
Today is indoor day. Darryl has conjunctivitis. We had a shower together last night to wash his eyes out. Then I applied drops before he fell asleep in Isadora's lap. He is so brave. He lied on his bed and let me drop the visine drops in his eyes. He was pretty worn down from it. He realized he wasn't going to be able to go to Carson's birthday today. Poor buddy. So today we are spending all day inside. I am working on my blackberry application. This is going to be so cool. I want to start making extra money. I want to replace my current income so I can spend all day at home. So I can be self employed and work from anywhere in the world. We have an aquintance that did this. He sold specialty car parts over the internet. The next thing you know him and his wife were traveling the world. Why not...as long as people can reach you by email/cellphone/IM.
That is my dream. 1 application that sells 10,000 copies year for $15. There are 365,000,000 in the US.
We are going to my sister's tommorrow. She is having immigration visa issues. Her fucking fiance isn't helping either...even though he is a manager at the company and works with her manager. What a dick wad. Gotta say, when Isadora lost her second job in 6 months and was beaten to a pulp self esteem wise....I picked that bitch up by the back of her shorts and kicked her out the door to get another job. If she was unemployed for 6 months, she would lose her right to work. Her Green card processing would have been terminated then she would have had to wait for me to get mine and file afterwards. She really did have an employment rough patch but she was never fired for her work or personality. Enron...out sourcing and bad business model. But in the end, it got her what she needed...the Green card. And she experienced historical events. The top of the Enron hype followed by the last days of Enron. Being part of an IT organizationt that was outsourced to India (6 months later...the company resourced the IT organization back).
I am eating these GNC Fiber soft chews....gotta say....a whole lotta fartin'...not much fecal matter dispensation....If I am going to be a fartin'....I want to be producing swirly hard logs that need to be stabbed to pieces with the toilet plunger handle.

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