Much Ado About Nothing

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Living. Working. Living. Working. I’m getting a little bored with being a grown up. With doing the right thing. Kinda bored with being nice too. Don’t you ever just want to yell at that jerk that shows up to work late all the time and ask him what the hell makes him so special? Why does he think he gets to work less?

Don’t you want to call in to work sometimes and refuse to acknowledge that there is anything in the world you need to do other than watching your favorite show on the DVR all day? Let the world go on without you for a day? Don’t you want to tell the jerk at the store with the screaming kid that civilized people leave the screaming kid at home or take them outside when they start screaming?

In a few weeks we’re driving to Kansas for a wedding, the timing was good and Priceline is awesome when you do you research (seriously – do your research). Something different will finally be happening on the weekend. It’ll be a long ride in the car but it will be something different, a change of scenery, a look at different (southern) parts of the country, however short it will be nice.


I have an impatient travel bug with an empty wallet. It’s a damned sentence.

We’re in that class where you work your ass off, pay your bills and find that there’s nothing left. For anything. No savings to speak of, bad credit history from when the economy hit the skids and gas cost us more than our mortgage because the only house we could afford was 50 miles from our jobs. And a mistrust of credit cards, enough that we don’t mess with them.

The bane of my existence currently? My apartment. They don’t tell you when you lease here that if you’d like to park anywhere near your apartment, investing in a parking spot is a wise decision. Let’s forget I live on the third floor. My rent is ridiculous for the quality and they nickel and dime you to death. Our lease will be up at the end of the summer and I told hubby to buy another gun because we’re getting a cheaper place.

I’m being completely facetious. We live in a suburb of Fort Worth (near DFW Int’l Airport) where if the kids are tardy four times in a semester the parents get a ticket. The cops are bored, nothing happens here. We’re safe, not to mention everything we have is just stuff….that’s covered by insurance. I’ll sacrifice the rent and some crap in the apartment to fill space to have more time for road trips and the fun things that weekends were designed for…screw buying a house, why care about that anymore, the kids will grow up and then what will you have? A liability. It’s just another roof people, it doesn’t mean anything.

Don’t you agree? Isn’t being a grown up overrated? I didn’t know that it would be this boring. We get so caught up in the daily routine that our sense of adventure gets swallowed. Don’t you think it’s time to blow the dust of and do something? What have you been itching to do lately?

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3 thoughts on “Much Ado About Nothing

  1. Man, I’d give anything to go visit my friend Blue in Round Rock. I’d take the kids on a road trip Saturday morning and come back Sunday afternoon. It’d be cramped as hell in their tiny apartment, but fun.

    Or we could go to Houston and see Steve and Amanda. Just a road trip. I love ’em. But they’re not worth it if you can’t stop anywhere because you’re broke. I love going to the family-owned convenience-stores/novelty shops / restaurants…you know, just the cool stuff on the side of the road. Love it.

    Even better, I’d take a few days off and take the kids to see my Mamaw in Mississippi…I miss her so much, and that’s a fun road trip.

    Yup, guess my mind is pretty much stuck on road trips right now. But not the Point A to Point B type. The kind where you get to just stop when you want, no time limits, stop at museums and novelties…love ’em.

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