life was awesome last year; plenty of $, no worries; loved my job etc. then WHAM.

Layoff; Friday morning at 0900 in October. Out of the blue (....if anything else comes from the 'blue'...the 'blue' can keep it).
No severance etc. 6 months no job; no bites (from a job....not of the 'love bite' variety) finally scored a job but at 48% less income. eeek.
No playing catch up.... grrr.

Oh well. Everything happens for a reason; ours was a wakeup call to appreciate the little things, each other, and life itself. But, it's still tough during the trasition.

Here's another thing ...

As many of you have, I have traveled to countries where many peeps don't even have enough to eat. Seriously ... to friggin' eat. Some live in conditions that we, in the US of A, would consider utterly appalling. Zero sanitation. Bad water. Crummy healthcare (if any at all). The list goes on and on.

We are spoiled rotten here. Those peeps "dream" of things like food or clothing or a friggin' aspirin. Count your blessings, guys.

FAX

Is FAX still whining about people whining?

Yeah. I definitely didn't take economic factors into consideration when I was 10.

It's good that you have the support of family. If you can make it through this, everything else should be a breeze!

Yes, and now you're whining about FAX whining about people whining.

I can afford beer whenever I want it, I can watch the royals when they are on tv, I never really wanted anything but those two

Damn straight, I am, Mr. Skip Towne. I've had it up to here with whiny-ass peeps who are dissatisfied with their existence, yet do nothing to change it.

I can't wait for some of those peeps to show up.

FAX

I get what your saying with all that. Take chances and risks, etc.

Butt if i poop on a triscuit i don't think i could find the triscuit, you know what i mean?

Only if you mean a triscuit like a cracker triscuit. If you mean a triscuit like something else then i don't know what that is.

When I was a kid I wanted to own a car wash. Not a car wash where somebody else washes it for you, or a tunnel you roll down and your car gets washed, but a stall car wash with marble stalls and gold sprayers and a circle lot for everyone to pull their cars around and wipe them down. No mini vans, 4 doors, or mud caked vehicles allowed. Now I just work for the man. I still want a car wash, but with an indoor driving range over the river combo.

Free porn. And then came the intarnets...

This. Keep breaking those chains, brah! :clap:

Man, I am really dissatisfied with my existence, but I'll be damned if I'm going to do anything to change it.

i'll squat and poop and you hold the triscuit. Just like teamwork.

Deal?

I'm focusing on the count your blessings part of this post. Thinking back, if I had gotten married at a young age, I would have gone from depending on my parents to at least partially depending on my husband. I've been able to prove that I can survive on my own and fend for myself. It's a good feeling. I don't need someone to complete me. I would like someone who compliments me, though. Anyway, seeing women that go from man to man to man because they don't think they have it in them to be on their own frustrates me. I'm glad I'm not one of those people.

And WTF? I'm not even drinking tonight! Maybe I just need to go to bed. :)

It's allegory, Mr. booger. Good God. Do I have to explain everything around here?

The "Crap" is a metaphor for man's mortal existence. The "Triscuit" symbolizes man's unquenchable desire for a state of bliss. Therefore, the "Crap" overwhelms the "Triscuit" leaving man often forlorn and dissatisfied. Of course, if there were "Cheese Whiz", that would stand for "Cheese Whiz" which also symbolizes the inability to "Crap".

FAX