"Committed" (Or just brushed off)!

So here it is, Sunday morning already. The weekend is half gone, or, if your an optimist, you still have half of it left. I'm not an optimist, and I can see that my glass of "tomato juice" is already half empty. I approached my computer this morning warily, which is a tactic I learned from watching the cowardly lion approach the wizard when he wanted to ask him for courage. It's not that I have a problem with courage. I have a refrigerator on the back porch that is just "chock full" of courage! No, I think I have more of a problem with "commitment" than anything else. Don't get me wrong! I'm totally committed to my wife and family, even though on occasion, they tend to have ME committed! Some of the things I'm NOT committed to though, are posting this silly blog every Sunday morning before eleven o'clock. This is a commitment that I brought on myself, clearly because I don't care for "even" numbers, else I would have made it noon. I'm committed to my job, but only when I'm operating a backhoe or driving a truck. If I happen to be operating a "cordless" shovel for the day, chances are I'm not so committed. A 48 year old man can put in countless hours per day sitting in a truck eating "cheetos" and listening to Rush Limbaugh, which is in direct contrast to a 48 year old man running a shovel 13 hours a day, only to come home and find out that apparently, his wife is in a bad mood, and your supper is in the microwave. What is it that makes us do the things we don't want to do in our lives? Money? Prestige? If the measure of a good man is considered to be having enough money to "choke a horse", then I would find myself somewhat short, even though I could have a real blast at a miniature pony farm. What really is prestige? Is this where you put a man with no "values" into an extremely valuable automobile in order to make him look important? Are there really people in this world that drive a Mercedes Benz and still can't afford a "Big Mac"? They say that money can't buy you true love, but yet we all know that money can buy you fake love at a "reasonable" hourly rate, (except in Utah)! Many times I ask myself a lot of questions, such as "who are we to judge others, when we will all be judged in the end", and "why can't we all just get along, and keep this great country united", and "it's seven-thirty on Sunday morning, why don't I smell bacon and eggs, and maybe some pancakes, or toast, or something"! I realize that I'm a "pain in the ass" to most all of my friends, but I wish you all well. I'm old and stubborn, and I believe that things should be done my way, (with some concessions being made to my increasingly HUGE number of readers on this blog, which is now up to 8, and I still don't know who "Blondie" is). I'd stop writing this crap, but I'm sort of "committed".