Follow the Money

 Another lazy Sunday has arrived.  Since I'm scheduled to work, however, I can't just laze around.  For about 7 hours I will be at the Flooring desk.   Sunday afternoons are usually slow.  Luckily, I'm not scheduled to work alone so conversation will help pass the time.  Most of the college kids who work the summer have gone back to school, meaning staffing is bad.  Payroll accounting dictates you don't begin to hire any replacements until they are gone.  Paying a seasoned associate and a trainee to do the same job is bad business.  Supposedly, they have hired an PM associate for flooring, but until I actually see someone, I'm going to bridle my anticipation.  Oh, and if anyone is wondering, the Haitian has moved on.  An interesting thing about him:  his last name was Jules, and one of the recurring characters in my books is a Frenchman named Jules Laurent, so when I was talking to him, I was having a conversation with Jules.

My high school graduating class had a mini reunion on Friday evening.  I didn't go.  I say mini because my class was 286 strong and only about 17 showed up.  Whomever is in charge is either not communicating well enough, or there's simply not enough interest.  I'm betting it's the interest.  While I wouldn't mind meeting up with some of my class members again, my life has moved on so much from high school.  There are not a lot of cherished memories, perhaps because I never truly fit in.  Not that I wasn't involved in a lot of extracurricular activities.  I was.  The Drama Club, the Spanish Club, the Bowling Club, the Astronomy Club, a member of the Yearbook Staff, I was one of those who wrote the cute, little captions that went with the pictures, and the blurbs that went besides every Senior's picture.  The activities were fun, but none were gamechangers for my life.

Today's picture comes from when I was in Paris.  Notre Dame, pre burn, of course.  What you can't see are the small group of young men who were standing to my right.  They were taking pictures, too, holding each other upside down.  You know, that's what you do when you're young and in Paris, hold your friend upside down so his feet are pointing up in the air and have your picture taken in front of Notre Dame.

And finally, can we talk about Republican financing?  Everyone was stunned when the RRSC began pulling funds from Senate candidates.  Now we know they burned through... oh, let's just say $140 million to be kind.  They're accounting looks sketchy.  Some of them are eyeing Rick Scott, whose Health Care group was found guilty of Medicare fraud and fined millions.  Now, heading into the midterms, the Republicans are finding themselves desperate for cash and the only ones they can turn to are their MAGA base.  That's right, the same ones they've been bleeding dry for almost 6 years.  Unfortunately for the GOP, they're in competition for those $$$ with Trump.  Every other day he seems to be starting a new "Save My Ass" fund, and that's who the MAGA $$ are flowing to.  He's helping to kill their party.

Oh, and he's evidently going to be in Wilkes-Barre on September 3 to help Mastriano and Oz.  Wouldn't it be nice if he was indicted by then?

After the weigh in (pt A)

Okay, so now that you've climbed on and off the scale and and didn't shit a brick because you've already known for some time that you're fat, it's time to put a little time into debating whether or not you're do anything about it.  Most of you are going to say ‘yeah!’ with umph emphasis, it’s the New Year isn’t it, when everybody makes resolutions?   The problem is that most of you, especially if you're a porko, if you look like one of these,

 

you are going to fail miserably; so much is stacked against you.  Taking off poundage means changing your diet and your lifestyle, you can’t do one without the other and for you to be successful this needs to be a permanent change.  Temporary is bullshit.  Those who only want to take off a couple of pounds because they’re going to a reunion, or a wedding, or they need to fit into that old suit for some reason, have already failed.  When you binge diet you always gain back a pound or two more because you need to compensate for “the pain and suffering” of limiting your food intake.  You may not think you’re doing it, but you are slowly, ounce by ounce adding to the corpulent roundness that makes you the porko you are.  This is one of the reasons you gained 20 plus pounds during your middle-age years.  Think of it as the price you paid for sitting on your ass every evening watching TV. Taking it off is going to be much more difficult then putting on!  You'll be sweating either your cojones or you tatas off before you can once again look at your naked reflection in a mirror and give yourself a little leer because even at your age your finding yourself a little hot.