In only three more weeks my good wife Kristy and I will head on out to West Virginia to spend a few days with my son Nathan and daughter-in-law Alison and little Danny, Denton, and Addison! We've been waiting rather impatiently to make this trip for the better part of a year now, and now that the time is getting closer it seems like the clocks are all stuck in "granny" gear, cause they rarely ever move at the speed I think they should be moving. "Nate" tells me there's not a lot of "tourist" attractions in the particular part of West Virginia where they live, but I'm pretty sure there are at least FIVE things we want to see, and three of them are still pretty close to the ground. The only reason we don't just jump in the car and drive out there once or twice a month is because I'm not the President of the United States, which kind of sucks when I think about it for more than five minutes or so. Come to think of it, I'm not even a congressman. I guess when you really start taking the "peeling" off, I'm just an ordinary construction worker, and my wife is just an ordinary "deli-manager", so we're forced to plan our life's events using the old-fashioned "budget" guidelines, even though this method has been "tossed-out" in Washington and most other government agencies in favor of the more modern "Just print some more" ideology. The biggest problem I've found so far by being in "the working class" of people, is that you have to be somewhat "responsible" for your OWN finances! Plus you have to let the government have a huge chunk of your paycheck before You get it, otherwise numerous big, burly men with large federal dogs will come and take you away. Taking money from your weekly paycheck isn't always enough to satisfy the government, because they generally want even MORE in the first part of April each year. Sometimes I get a little "ticked-off" at the Internal Revenue Service because I think they take way too much out of mine, but it doesn't seem to make any difference. I just need to realize that they are trying to protect me from having to try to figure out what I'd do with it if I had any extra. They're probably afraid that I'd just throw it into the bushes next to the alley behind my house, or blow it all on "Cheetos". I suppose that someday I'll probably "wake up" and realize that I'll never get "rich" working in the "private" sector and "run" for some type of position in the political field, like a "senator", or "representative" or something. I think I'd have a pretty good chance at either one on account of there's a large sum of people right here in Kansas that would just LOVE to see me go to Washington, or just about ANY other state. If I "played my cards right", I may even work my way up to the office of "President", and then I could take vacations whenever I grew tired of performing my "Presidential duties", such as having dinners with campaign contributors, or playing golf. I could even take a vacation to "Martha's Vineyard", where most all of our President's go. I really don't know who "Martha" is, but I've been hearing about her vineyard for as long as I can remember, so she's GOT to be getting pretty old by now, and I'd like to meet her before it's "too late", if you get my drift. Come to think of it, President Obama is vacationing there this week on account of "there's not much going on" in the country at present. I hope he gets a chance to relax and "rewind"! Maybe he'll come up with a brand new list of people to blame for his incompetence, which would be nice, cause I'm getting kind of tired of the old one. I hope he's not using any of MY money to take his vacation, cause I'm going to need it for West Virginia! Especially if we get lost in all those hills because we couldn't afford a GPS on our budget. I DO plan to leave a trail of "Cheetos" behind on the roads we take once we enter the state so we can find our way back out again, so if any of you are going to be in West Virginia on "Labor Day" week, please don't eat them! At least not until you see us go back by. Then I don't care.
Have a great week Friends, and see you here next Sunday! God willing, of course!
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