| Aint Gonna Work On Maggie's Farm No Mo |
 Aint Gonna Work On Maggie's Farm No Mo
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Nov. 14th, 2005 @ 04:50 am 
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Yesterday was interesting. Last week, I was asked to step down from leading Missions and Outreach so as to allow some else to take it over. We had a meeting to make the switch and she is going to do a wonderful job with it. She is very organized and has ideas that she is eager to implement. She also has a budget, which is something that should help make this a success. I was asked to be a part of the team she is putting together. I think I will probably "exit stage left" on this one.
I went to 848 alone. Karen slept in. She had a rough morning so we ended up sitting in the very back of the church. It was kind of funny. The only way we could see the stage was by seeing it on the tv. It was funny because the pastor had this "angelic glow" about him due to the contrast. He spoke about Gideon. He should have went with Moses and the glowing face.
We went to Sears to find parts for the dishwasher from hell. It leaves a lake in our kitchen every time we use it. I have been fighting with the damn thing for about two months now. I have taken it apart many times and even resorted to using duct tape to keep the bastard at bay. I hope Karen doesn't stumble on this. She would be less than impressed with my use of "Kentucky Chrome" on one of her appliances. If you can't use duct tape to stop a leak than what the hell is it for? It is not visible YET. I was thinking about wrapping the whole door in it. Steel finish is very popular in kitchen appliences and duct tape sort of looks like steal from 100 yards away.
I wondered over to the television section. I have never been one who cares much about stuff. Our furniture is crap. I kind of like it because it is disposable. If we get tired of something, we can toss it and if we kept it for a year or so, we got our $50 worth out of it. I need some sort of motivation to make my career my focus. My technical skills have been rather neglected while chasing dreams. It is probably time to start taking my job seriously. While looking at the gargantuan high definition televisions, I got the thought that if I work hard and learn a ton I could make a whole lot more money and be able to afford one of these beasts.
I could just imagined plopping a $2 television in the middle of my living room. It will go well with the Sam’s Club couch and the Goodwill chair. I would have to have it delivered. There would be something sort of nutty about transporting a tv across town that is worth twice what the vehicle is worth.
Karen deserve better than what she has been given. Maybe if I put a little effort into furthering my career, she could have some better furniture and things. She has given up a lot while I have been chasing dreams that keep falling apart. |
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