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The piggy zeeman effect
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Spring time has come and everything shifts…
It seems my uncle in law has been diagnosed by a few diseases that tend to be debilitating in the not so long run. I can no longer in good conscious push to move out of state. I will need to stay and be available to him and my aunt in law.
They are good people; they deserve as much support as I can offer if everything goes bad. He is quitting his job soon and has taken on the task of starting the mortgage company.
I will remain a realtor and do anything for his company that isn’t a conflict of interest ethically. My staying in this state also means I wont be able to put in a few years in the Va. national guard. Many of the laws of this state I find petty and offensive from it being illegal to curse at the beach to the dui laws which I’ve discussed over the last few months. Though I have driven drunk, and don’t really care if others do (waits for wailing and gnashing of teeth…yawn) if they aren’t too wasted (to read what counts as a dui, the bac limit is too low, as is how they “catch people” not because they are driving poorly or have caused any damage and so on), and for that I’m sure a few would have me strung up, but laws like this state has are grossly un-American, just on the issue of being jailed and punished before you get a court hearing…even if they didn’t find you in a car or with in 200 yards from one.
I was hoping to go to Nevada before I turned 34 and get some snazzy desert cammies, be in their guard…support the hookers and gambling and sin: though I’ve also been reading about the psychological effects it may have on my children and I guess it can be quite traumatic to children my kid’s ages to lose their mother’s presence for a few months at a time. Even knowing how super dee duper I turned out with all of my childhood shit ;p I’m not too cool with it. So I guess that’s the end of my midlife crisis induced goal of joining the military. Splat suggests I should join a militia...
...maybe I would earn a neato nickname like joan wayne or clit eastwood. Yeeehaaawww!
Ill be in the news paper for being a top producer again this month, I really need to change my picture…the anal retentive school marm look just makes my friends and coworkers laugh…or want spankings.
We got a pool today, it’s a blow up one but it is huge. Its kinda neat how they designed it, you just inflate the top ring, the rest is canvass and as you fill it up with water the pool takes shape as the inflated ring rises. Its neat, still filling up, we are on hour 7 now of the hose wide open and it isn’t even half way filled. It was cheap considering it’s size and fun potential. Ill teach the midgets to swim this summer and do a bit of skinny dipping at night.
Anyway, the reason for the title aside from all the changes in my goals, I love to be barefoot. It is very mentally and physically stimulating. I like to feel the earth and the things that grace it under my feet, every step a new sensation. It is immensely enjoyable for me…and probably most anyone who took the time to enjoy it...just look at the pressure points:
Just knowing and remembering a few can be quite helpful as well. When my children were tiny, and still today I hated giving them medicine, so when they would have colic I would rub the entire midsection of their foot and it would sooth them, usually after farting (loudly) a bit. I was quite glad to know how to do it so I could comfort them and not fill them with chemicals to do it.
Anyway, being barefoot to me is very stimulating, I enjoy spring and summer thoroughly, even if I have to be in Virginia. I'll be thinking of some new goals, still plan on the second language thing, have the material but haven’t had the time or quiet to start. The mojo project should be done by the end of the weekend, I'll bug the usual suspects for opinions when I'm done.
Lubs and stuff eh?
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