Spittin 20's for Ice Cream

I am a debit card whore.

I always use my debit card, very rarely ever even carry cash. What for, who needs cash anymore?

Well, last night after a very good day for the Noodle Doodle, I stopped off at the local Ice Creamery to get the Good Boy a well deserved treat.

Unfortunately the Ice Creamery does not succumb to prostitution, uh hum, I mean, take debit cards. Hmmm, so off to the cash machine we go. It sound archaic to even use those word, "cash machine", or how about the "ATM" heee heee? It just sounds so old skool.....

Thank gawd the bank has a drive thru ATM (hee hee-sounds so funny to me). We pull up, insert card, select ENGLISH (O.M.G.) and proceed to hit the prompts for $40 fast cash. All the while Noodle has a close eye on the process, as he has never experienced the cash machine.

Beep, Beep, a few more beeeeeps, and wahlaa, there it is, cash money spits out of the slot and I quick grab it.

Giggles galore from the back seat.

"Do it again, do it again Mommy, that was cool, can you do it again? Mommy HOW did you do that?"

He really has never been witness to the ATM, ever! I wish I could have stayed there all night sucking twenties out of this machine, without recourse, that would have been fun.

Instead, we took our funds and off we went to the Ice Cream Store, where the only take CASH! Are they the last on the planet to engage this practice, heck, even the farm stands take my debit card.

Peace.

Recession is Making me Sick

I never thought my second post would be a sad post.

However, I learned some awful news this morning that brought back a wave of emotions that I cant even begin to describe.

A very close friend lost his job.

For many of us, our jobs, in part, define who we are. A massive amount of your awake time is spent "at work", much of our adult life is spent "at work", when you meet someone new, or rekindle with someone old, one of the first questions is "so what do you do?", which means "what do you do, at work". So, its not difficult to understand why when you lose your job, a part of your identity dies.

When your job is pulled out from under you without notice or hesitation, I can tell you, it is a horrible feeling. It happened to me four and a half years ago, when I was pregnant with Noodle. For a very long time after, I felt as if my world was turned upside down. I felt, sort of, dead inside. Lucky for me, I have Big D, and with some lifestyle adjustments, we did just fine. As for my friend, he too is lucky, as he has a wife with a great job that will carry them through until he secures another position.


His job is (was) one of those that are dependent on this wretched economy. Apparently his abundance of talent and professional skills are not "necessary" right now as we spiral out of control into a recession, depression?

When we were little and were posed that age old question of "what do you want to be when you grow up?". Ya know, no one ever said, "make sure you pick something that is not dependent on the economy." Because, it wasn't a concern. It wasn't a concern even though our grandparents lived through a recession and then a depression. It wasn't a concern because that could never happen again. Well, it did.

In today's world what is happening with the economy, flat out, should not! We are such a rich society, with so many resources, experience and wealth that we should not be in this situation. We should have known better... in my opinion, we have suffered this crisis because of greed.

We need to reflect on who we are, where we have come from and where we wish to be in this country and stop all of the nonsensical BS that politics, greed and sin have allowed this country to marinade in for so long.

Obama says it will get worse before it gets better, only time will tell. How can we, as a nation, have allowed this to get this far in the first place?


For today, I leave you sick to my stomach and sad.
Peace