Sunday, March 20, 2011


To my 3 followers.  This house thing has really got us into quite a tangle.  The weird thing about it is there is nothing unique about our house buying experience.  It's just a strange process with many ups and downs.  I'm also playing basketball on Monday nights and do not have time to write at that time either. 

I know what you are thinking my friends.  Is now when Goose gives up on the blog?  Has he gone far enough?  Does he have what it takes to go the distance?  The answer is yes.  My goal is 15,000 blog posts and then I will consider my options.  So don't fret.  I have not forgotten about you and hopefully you have not forgotten me. 


Saturday, March 5, 2011

(Father) Workin' Hard or Hardly Workin'

"We don't work in the coal mines Goose."  That is what a supervisor told me a few years back when I complained of being tired after a day full of ten clients, phone calls, and reports.  I certainly understood.

Goose:  "It's dark in here."

Miner:  "It's a mine."

Goose:  "When is our 15 minute break? 

Miner:  "What's that?"

Goose:  "Where's the water?"

Miner:  "Back at camp."

Goose:  "That's an hour away."

Miner:  "More like two. We have to hike out of here."

Goose:  "Are we going to die?"

Miner:  "If the rocks don't get you the black lung will."

Goose:  "I want my mommy.  What are you doing with that pick axe?"

Miner:  "Putting you, and me, out of our misery."

So when I complain that just about all my clients need late night appointments I'm sure you play your little violins for me.  However, thirty minutes after Fire woke up this morning I was headed off to work.

"You comin' home today?" he asks with excitement in his voice.

"Not.........uh.............until after you are in bed." With a tentative voice.


""  I wince as if I just twisted the knife.


Two days later Daisy calls to tell me Beast was going to bed and asked if I was ever coming home.  I felt like the plumber with the leaky faucet.  Well, hell no I'm not gonna go to work anymore.  I will counsel at my leisure but have my rates at an alarmingly high rate so I don't lose any income.  People will think that because I cost more I must have great counseling skills.  Also, since my time schedule will be tight, it will further confirm my ability to psychoanalyze the living sh*t out of any living thing because I'm so desireable. 

My master plan is coming together beautifully.