Wednesday, March 31, 2010

There is $10 in the Fridge with a Bad Habit

Being forgetful, typically, leads one to realize that one does not have everything together as one might wish. Mr. Hamilton has forgotten, on a regular basis, that his new abode is actually temporary. Perhaps his new abode is not as temporary as the abode a book develops on the shelf in Barnes and Noble, but it is temporary. This has lead to several of my nights to be left without restful sleep. I spend the time worrying about homework, schedules, retrieving Mr. Hamilton, and the time. I am completely obsessed with not being forgetful and have in turned become forgetful. Mr. Hamilton and I do not have everything together as we might wish.

Once the realization of a bad habit is made, a process must commence to reverse the bad habit. This is typically the thought process of many. I, along with Mr. Hamilton, refuse to accept this practice. The bad habits have been realized, but these bad habits will not be corrected. Many will say that the error of these bad habits has not been truly recognized, but the real reason is that these bad habits really aren’t terrible. Mr. Hamilton and I are convinced, beyond a doubt, these so called, “bad habits” will make us stronger.

Mr. Hamilton currently resides in my fridge. I have yet to find my home. Until further notice, Mr. Hamilton and I, will be forgetful, immersed in our bad habit, and may seek isolation. Lucky for Mr. Hamilton, he has isolation, for now.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

There is a $10 bill in my fridge, and I keep forgetting about it.

Hamilton founded the banks, we used to, rely on. He was never president, okay he came real close but he never was actually president. So I am sure his current residence in my fridge has everything to do with the fact that his body has rolled over in it's grave and now his shaming of the banks is taking up residence in my fridge. I am certain he isn't taking a siesta next to my Macayo's leftovers, he has taken up residence next to my California Pizza Kitchen leftovers having a fiesta with my champagne and ignoring the economic situation.

I've been extremely forgetful as of late. I forget the day, I forget to wake up, I even forget to grab my $10 bill out of the fridge. when days last 19-20 hours and life starts repeating itself, I begin to wonder if it's okay to be forgetful. Since being forgetful means being perceived as aloof I tend to create 'to do' lists compulsively, but I've forgotten to do this the past week. I just added making 'to do' lists to my 'remember to do' list, which I did not find "retrieve $10 bill." So I added "retrieve $10 bill" to my 'remember to do' list. Also on the list is to do my MAT 460 homework. I tend to do that homework the day prior to when it is due.

How often do you remember that Andrew Hamilton is on the $10 bill? That is how often Mr. Hamilton cares what you think. Since he has been waking up in my fridge he has been spending more time in the Orange Juice Spa, he spent some time reorganizing, then worrying about when he will be leaving his cold seclusion. In fact he has only concerned himself with the knots in his corners.

Laying in bed, ready to fall asleep, I begin to formulate my 'to do' list. So I think to myself, "Do MAT 460 homework. Get gas about $10 worth. CRAP! Get $10 out of the fridge. I foresee a Champagne Thursday approaching. That requires a trip to the grocery store. I also need to grab more soy mil. So I have Homework, Gas, & Grocery Store. Anything else? Nope."

Then I begin to fall asleep and I think, "Goodnight, Mr. Hamilton."

"Crap."

Monday, March 22, 2010

Happy There is a $10 Bill in the Fridge Day!

I woke up with a $10 bill in the fridge.  Well I haven't seen it yet, I just remember that I put it there the night before when putting away left overs.

I used to follow this blog on a regular basis that made everyday into something to celebrate.  Girls Are Pretty  At least I get to celebrate money in the fridge.

I considered the idea of being left alone in a cold dark room with only one way out.  Then I realized I may, philosophically, be in a similar situation as this $10 bill.  What does one do?  I, personally, go for a drive in my red convertible with the top down.  I imagine the $10 bill goes skinny dipping in the red enchilada sauce.  Just a thought.

Happy There is a $10 bill in the Fridge Day!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

I Left Ten Dollars in the Fridge

I always attempt to put leftovers into the fridge right when I get home or I end up putting it in the trash.  I always feel so terrible when I have to put leftovers in the trash.  I could have extended the time I procrastinate going to the grochery store by a few days if I had remembered to put the leftovers in the fridge.   Putting the leftovers in the fridge might mean it is worth more than I paid for it because I extend its one meal idea the restaurant had in mind into several meals and I save money!  It really becomes a Win – Win situation between the restaurant and I, unfortunately the grochery store loses in this situation.

Tonight I ended up putting my leftovers in the fridge along with the $10 a friend gave me to pay for her half of the meal.  I remembered this as I was falling asleep and I didn’t want to wake up to get it.  So there is $10 in my fridge.  This narrative is not about me though, it is about the $10 in the fridge and what it does behind a closed door.