Skid-Same question, different day

I'm getting frustrated, there is more to follow on this subject, so I'll make this quick. I've been all over the web, searching for a free website, no luck so far. The few places I've tried have turned out to be either, too difficult to build or don't even respond...what's the deal-anyway, I guess I'll just have to keep trying for now.

Poetry

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Same Question Different Day (sqdd-skid)

This is actually another question, but I just left the title-I like it. With the present state of our economy, you would think people with jobs would do anything and everything in their power to keep them. But...I've been noticing a rampant case of apathy-fast food industry especially. Yes, food service is possibly on the low rung of the employment ladder but. Due to laziness on my part, jammed packed schedules, we eat our fair share of fast food, they're just so convenient. It seems that every other visit I encounter yet another assault to by customer senses.
A packed lobby, multiple cars lining the drive through-and employees hanging on the counter placing their food order! Work ethic people-I know, I can hear it "how old am I?" Is that really the point? Then of course there is the inevitable messed up order. I have now made it a practice to stop, hold up traffic and all to check what's in the bag-yes, I am one of those-but money is tight let's get it right! My youngest is venturing into the job market this summer-the fast food industry will soon grab and gobble her up-I hope she's learned a thing or two from us-then again I think I'll just have to stay away.

Same Question Different Day

There must be something in the water. It seems to have infected another male-well, maybe its just youth...that need believed to be uncontrollable, to grab some at every opportunity.
I must admit as I've gotten older, real life seems to have trumped the urge-fatigue laced in with other ordinary drama, puts that on the back burner. As I was listening to another chapter in the on going saga of my daughter and her first serious boyfriend, I tried to hold on to that idea-but didn't tell her "he'll grow out of it" because he probably won't. I just nodded my head in hopefully appropriate places and kept listening. She really just needs to dump his... and move on-I know she probably won't but I can still hope. I just need to tell her that despite all the hype scientific research and basic assumptions-we're just smarter.

Early mornings

I'm not sure what went wrong this morning, but here I am all alone Saturday evening.
I mean, I thought things were going well, on schedule and everything. We all had our clothes laid out we were good to go, then...he had to open his mouth. Ordinarily I would be insulted from his nonsense, basically, ignore him. This was not to be the morning. Something got through my shield, like a tiny pebble in your shoe nothing big but just as annoying. So...this time I shut down. I mean, how much does he think I can take? Drama and confusion on every side, and I'm suppose to just smile and pretend everything is fine? Isn't that one of those four letter words we teach children they should not say? If it isn't, it should be...
OK, too early Saturday morning, no sleep no coffee and what does he want? Seriously! He wants an original idea? Great. Mine are usually fully clothed and well rested. But hey, who am I exactly?

Ideas for debt bailout

I had a few random thoughts about how we could speed up this whole bail out process. Celebrities! It's virtually an untapped market, and definitely a renewable resources. Here are just a few quickies:
1. All the mega rappers, athletes box office big wigs could simply donate a portion of their paychecks to us regular folks.
2. Rent out space in mansions or get away retreats for transitional housing.
3. Loan private chefs, nutritionists, trainers to homeless shelters.
4. Loan a car or two to cities struggling with mass transit-drive themselves a few days a week,or walk the salary and gas saved could go along way.

OK, I know none of these will ever pass the desk of our president, but hey it was just a thought.

Shhh...Husband not talking

Fabulous, here we go again. Where you wonder? To the Land of non existence, a special place between almost normal, even ordinary and the utterance of the wrong thing. As if a fire as been sparked then is quickly extinguished in a body of water unmarked-all you see is smoke-sometimes you don't even hear the sizzle.
A regular Friday day off grey cloudy cool perhaps-first day of May, melting, dissolving to a muddy puddle in just a few hours. The regular Friday night pushed apart by the invisible guardian of our emotions: The Unsaid. Not unlike annoying pop up ads, it shows up always unannounced disrupting assumed peace, halting our steady rhythm.
Saturday morning the school year zipping down hill-our dance continues on different shores in the Land of non existence.