I had a dream last night that I was invited to go to a Christmas cookie exchange party with friends from church. For some reason I was acting very rudely at the party - insulting the other women, their children, their husbands, their husband's jobs, and just generally being bratty. One sweet ward sister tried to joke me out of it, and catching the hint, I went by myself to an empty room and thought:
"Look - don't ask me to participate in your stupid crap, if you don't like the way I do it."
I woke up and thought, hey! What a great motto. I think I'll go through life that way.
Then I thought, well... maybe not. Cameron's kind of a loser. He killed the car. But on the other hand, he can do a great "George Peterson" voice.
(And now Ferris Bueller's Day Off is on TV. WEIRD.)
On another topic... has anyone ever checked into those real estate programs they advertise on TV, like the tax foreclosure sales guy, John Beck? The one where they flash pictures of houses for $700 and a regular-Joe-Schmoe-looking guy says, "I bought this house for $700 and sold it at market value, and now I own a tropical fish tank store that I bought from the profits"? Even at 4:00 in the morning, those advertisements sound too good to be true - but at the same time, I find myself interested in real estate investing.
I was walking home Saturday from the DAR thing I went to, and noticed a little overgrown piece of property with a tiny boarded-up house on it, and I thought, "I want that." Every time we drive down the street in a cruddy part of town, I'll see the ugliest, most neglected little pieces of property and think the same thing. My husband thinks I'm strange. It's not that I want to LIVE in them - heavens no - but buy them, fix them up and sell them, yes. I would absolutely love to do that. It's the fun of taking something crappy and making it into something nice.
That, and owning some dirt. I'm all about the dirt. For the chickens, you know.