Thursday, March 29, 2012
Who knows what was going through my head this day. Suffice it to say something about the debate in the Supreme Court over the healthcare bill. Here's an idea, "Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for yourself."
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
I was born the last month of the last year of what is considered to be the baby boom birth years 1945-1963, so everyone I knew was older than me. Looking at it from this perspective it makes perfect sense that I identify more with older people, especially those about 10 years older than I do with those 10 years younger. What this created was a situation, when I was a teen everything was about those boomers, and their successes in business and their newly found power of consumption, that shaped me. I had a subscriptions to Business Week and the WSJ, when I should of had a subscription to Playboy and Mad. When I should of been gallivanting the globe on a dollar a day, I was consumed with reading about real estate and marketing, trying to figure how I was going to make my first million.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Oh shout out to my first follower...Hello Jimbo!!!!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
I can't believe I completely almost overlooked that it was Pi-Day...March 14th, 3-14, 3.14. How awesome is that!!! I love pie. I've always wanted pie instead of cake for birthdays. Pies are moist and succulent where cake is dry and blah (that is why you need milk). No milk needed for pie...coffee or nothing will do. Then there are all the pie innuindoes...MMMM!...PIE. Happy Pi Day!
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Jon Hamm says, “Whether it’s Paris Hilton or Kim Kardashian or whoever, stupidity is certainly celebrated,” the Mad Men star told the magazine (Elite UK), adding, “Being a f—ing idiot is a valuable commodity in this culture because you’re rewarded significantly….It’s celebrated. It doesn’t make sense to me.”
Friday, March 9, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
I've got boys, for kids that is, and...well boys will be boys...not that I condone everything, and not that I don't school, chastise and otherwise correct their social miscues, I do...but they unfortunately have a certain comfort level, and a majority rule mentality when it comes to farting in front of their mother. And when it occurs, their mother will verbally brow beat them regarding her disgust with their cavalier attitude, to which the response is normally laughter on their part. They just think it is funny. The threat was thrown out there the other day by me, to them, "what if your mother would just start ripping farts in front of your friends, guys and girls"...from that threat the whole idea of how funny it would be, then it would be posted by their friends on Facebook, and Twitter, and picked
Monday, March 5, 2012
Without a doubt I feel a constant burden. Working at home creates no separation of time, space, or pressure. It is always here, because I'm always here. (E-gad imagine living at your office). Pressure does create change, i.e. the old coal to diamond analogy, but do I really want to be hardened? The more pressure I'm under to perform or get results, especially if it comes at the expense of my time, or knowledge, the less forgiving I become. I've only got finite resources, and I'm pretty good about rationing them to last. Lately I've made some changes to the BoonDawgoggle Blog. If you've been secretly watching you'll notice, but my impression is there is no one watching. I could dance naked here and not worry (some would say I wouldn't worry anyhow). You can see from the sketch pad I've illustrated the office cohorts piling on, and the possible change in logo for the blog.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
I believe it is an old saying or good etiquette at least, "don't count how many drinks another man has had"...it ain't polite. If that counter is a kid, it has really crossed the line. It was all I could do to hold my tongue the other day when I went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine at 5pm, and my oldest son's friend, a neighbor girl, made the comment of sort, "I guess it's 5pm somewhere." As if I was drinking too early (I pointed out it was 5pm here, in my FUCKING kitchen!!!)