Mom quotes

I have intermittently collected quotes from my mom in the past, as she so often comes out with so many memorable utterances. This is a project that I realized quite recently should become a more regular focus. To start, I offer one of my favorites to date:

As she stands considering a flyer posted on the bulletin board by the registers at the grocery store, she questions, "what's this about confederate coupons?" I ask, "you mean, counterfeit coupons?" before making some crack related to worthless Civil War era currency (I never said I wasn't both a nerd and a smart ass). She proceeds to laugh and laugh as she always does following one of these misreading accidents that happens much too frequently since she refuses to wear her glasses.

Oh, my mom.

So it is written...

My horoscope told me I should write a poem today, but I just don't have it in me.

Do you think I can save it for tomorrow?

The big D

While not a literal roast beef concern, my excessive student loan debt is related. After all, it is a concern, and it directly affects my ability to afford roast beef (and other items essential and non-essential to my survival).

It's hard not to get a little sad, then a little panicked, (then a little bitter) when I see that date in 2032 (June 28th) on which I can plan to celebrate the payoff of all student loans incurred over the course of 6 years of private post-secondary education. At least I only have $88,829.29 left to pay! Good thing I majored in English and then went on for that useful MA in art history/museum studies. Oh wait...

An on-topic post

My parents got home from "the shore" yesterday afternoon.

I returned from a long day at work to find them puzzling over what to eat for supper. Unsurprisingly perhaps, they selected roast beef dinners from the Twin Kiss after much discussion.

My mother was concerned because the roast beef wasn't "quite right," but rather chopped much too thinly according to her preferences. Additionally, the included beef gravy was not believed to be the correct consistency, though I had to disagree.

The meal ended with much of her roast beef dinner being stored in the refrigerator uneaten.

It's begun...

And in it's beginning, I feel I would be remiss not to mention where it came from and where it's going. (I know it's probably cliche, but humor me -- I'm tired, and being cliche is always a problem for me when tired).

If you know me well, you're aware of my dreams to make the world see itself in terms of my small, but bizarre perspective -- to really experience the madness the way I have (and do). This is why the Roast Beef Concern is necessary.

My father inspired the original Concern, which was imagined as a quarterly publication, with fretting over a Twin Kiss roast beef dinner near the sink in the outdated kitchen of his ranch-style home. I labored over whether this should ultimately remain the Quarterly Roast Beef Concern, but I settled on dropping the "Quarterly" because I don't want to hold myself to any restricting schedules. What can I say? I'm a free wheeler, baby.

As for where this is going? Well, once again, if you know me well, you're pretty much sure this isn't going anywhere. And I can't guarantee that I'll write any more than what you're reading now, but if I do...it's going to be freaking GREAT!