Some days are better then others I have been told. You get a new puppy, the rain clouds dissipate and the rainbows appear at your request, you win 1 billion dollars...good days. Or the opposite end of the spectrum; you stub your toe, you drop a glass into the sink, your car gets repossessed...bad days. But then there are entirely different days altogether, yes my friend, those are the days when this cruel world spits upon us and allows us to truly have a day in the dumps. By that I mean the landfill. The moldy assortment of everything man has turned his nose up at in his conquest for new junk. A bowl of trash and refuse of every shape and size, of every smell and scent. There is nothing that is not good enough for the dump, come one come all, they will accept even the most despised and downtrodden outcasts among the garbage world. Tires, no problem, 2 by fours, bring em on, refrigerators, tv's, scrap metal, hazardous material....accepted with open arms.
While life's leftovers find a home at the dump, it is anything but a home for those who have to wade through the river of disintegrated paper plates and magazines. My feet sink as I step out of the truck into this cesspool of debris. My nostrils are greeted with an unfamiliar attack that likens to vinegar, sweaty feet, rancid food, and B.O. Yes my friends, B.O. While momentarily dazed due to this onslaught of the senses, I regain my equilibrium long enough to grasp hold of the trailer and get to work. I put away my disgust in order to add to this horrible mountain of waste and fill. I can't help but be in disbelief that we are allowed to drop this off, anything that we happen to have. No one checks it, no one is monitoring. I feel at any minute one of the men in sunglasses sitting on the beefed up bulldozer is going to ticket us for throwing out a baby stroller that still has all of its wheels, "Hey that's too nice, you can't leave that here!"
The load is now removed from the truck to forever rest in the sanctuary of the earth. I scamper around my part of this mess to shake the dust from my boots and to retreat to the comfort of the truck. As we exit we see truck after dump truck coming to drop off what man has used and now has no need for. We pull away and hit the open road with the windows down and the sun surrounding us, "Ha, for a measly 30 bucks," we think. Now, if we can just get rid of all of these flies.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Update my life
Ok, so here I am again. I have a real problem with keeping up with this thing. So maybe this is the beginning of a new age, I may even have a new reader, my audience just went from one to two, excellent, exxxxcellent. First things first, two big victories tonight at hoops, yes thank you, thank you, no applause necessary, yes I see you on the front row there yes. Tourney time, and rumor has it if we make it all the way to the final game we get to play Scott Padgett's team, yes Scott Anthony Padgett (born April 19, 1976 in Louisville, Kentucky) is an American professional basketball player formerly with NBA's Utah Jazz, Houston Rockets, New Jersey Nets, and Memphis Grizzlies. He is currently playing for CB Granada in the Spanish ACB. Which is not totally accurate anymore, his most recent endeavor, Louisville Boys, Hoops. So anyway. I had a dog, Daisy, really hated her, that ship has sailed and I like the memory of her. I am really glad that I did the noble thing and put her in the classifieds:
FREE to a good home. White Fluffy Dog. Cute face.
Loves people, and has an insatiable appetite to get on
your nerves. Call anytime, literally, take her away.
Ahhh...memories. But now I have been accepted into a teaching program at IUS called Transition to Teaching. Elementary. I have been down this road before, but yet here I am again. Let's hope I can see this one all the way through. I literally told God I would do this, so I feel I must keep my word. I told that to my brother and he pulled out the old proverb on me, "Well that's why the Bible says don't make promises to God." I was like Dang! But the hour is late and the lawns of Black Diamond are waiting for me in the frost of morning, not to mention I had one heckuva weekend :) So I must sleep.
FREE to a good home. White Fluffy Dog. Cute face.
Loves people, and has an insatiable appetite to get on
your nerves. Call anytime, literally, take her away.
Ahhh...memories. But now I have been accepted into a teaching program at IUS called Transition to Teaching. Elementary. I have been down this road before, but yet here I am again. Let's hope I can see this one all the way through. I literally told God I would do this, so I feel I must keep my word. I told that to my brother and he pulled out the old proverb on me, "Well that's why the Bible says don't make promises to God." I was like Dang! But the hour is late and the lawns of Black Diamond are waiting for me in the frost of morning, not to mention I had one heckuva weekend :) So I must sleep.
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