Recent insights

This is the only thing that is preventing Santa Barbara from being the Garden of Eden:

My winning an argument with The Boy prompted the Insightful Quote of the Month:
"You think you're all smart just because you know stuff"

I discovered that The Thing, who has proven here himself on a couple occassions that nothing is sacred and everything can be talked and joked about, does in fact, contrary to all public opinion, have a limit. There is one thing he can not make fun of or like to hear me make fun of...my skin cancer.
The big baby...
This, of course, has prompted me all the more to make jokes about it. Personally, the picture of "Squamous Rex" sent to me by a loved one cracked my shit up:

And today being my birthday (don't applaud, just throw money) has prompted a lot of thought provoking insights in itself. I swung by Starbucks on the way to work this morning and as I was sitting in the drive-thru lane, it started to occur to me how much my life has changed over the years.
I won't go as far as to use the phrase "white trash" to describe Fred & Wilma but I will admit that growing up we were one jello & fruit mold away from the trailer park. While money was tight for a lot of blue collar workers in the 80s, something my parents couldn't help, a lot of it was more than that. It was...um, attitude? class? up-bringing?
For example, my mom's reaction after I got my first job and started getting $30 haircuts at the Mall in lieu of the local $8 jobs, while I don't remember her exact words, I do distinctly remember her attitude; that this was me treading into snooty high-class living.
Get the picture?
And I always wanted better. While I wouldn't say I am or ever was materialistic, I think, even as a child, I knew there was more to life then hitting up the local flea-market after church every Sunday and dinner at Denny's being a treat. As soon as I moved out, I started to 'expand my horizons'. Symphonies, the theater, music shows, traveling, being open to new people and new experiences, all the while working my ass off and trying to 'climb the ladder' at work, socially and personally.

So how'd it all work out?
Well, there I was this morning, turning 29 for the 5th time, sitting in my new fuel-efficient yet sporty foreign car, on the way to my full-time job in the city, fixing my recently highlighted hair in the rearview mirror, wishing it was warm enough to wear the new Spring coat I bought at Macy's waiting for my $4.35 Venti Green Tea Latte with soy milk [insert Girlfriend rolling her eyes here].
And I thought to myself, you've come a long way baby.
Then, when I reached in my wallet for cash, I brushed passed the Wal-Mart gift card Fred & Wilma sent me for my birthday and I totally peed myself.
Now that's classy.

Beats staring at the picture my panties, at least

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