Ok...so I've been bad....no posts in a while...actually, I haven't written in my personal journal in almost the same length of time....So in the meantime...a slightly editied personal journal entry from the past...

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Ok kids, we’d better head out to Home Depot and pick up supplies because there’s going to be fences left and right today. I’m all over the board. Where to start…well let’s start with the planned rant of the day. I was watching ‘Going Tribal’ last night on the Discovery Channel, and it got me thinking. The host, Bruce Parry, was commenting on the tribal elders accepting some forms of change, such as the building of roads. I started thinking about the irony of the whole thing. Here this guy is, living with native peoples to learn their ways and cultures, but just by being there he is changing them by exposing them to technology.

And on that end, we have campaigns out there to end third-world hunger and drag as many countries as we can, kicking and screaming into the 21st century. But we produce shows showing how interesting these other cultures are and how they need to be preserved. You can’t make a technological society and expect them to retain the hidden charm of a hunter gatherer culture. Don’t get me wrong, I love the show, I love learning about other cultures. I just find the catch-22 situation interesting. You’re special, and we admire that, but could you possibly consider changing so you fit in with the rest of the world?

On to the fences…( Edited boy rant)

Speaking of boys…this whole new situation with T. (name edited to protect the'innocent') is looking to a big mess. He was supposed to be Alisha’s project. God forbid I not get involved. I didn’t even offer. He came to me. I hate saying no. It’s even harder when you get into a conversation with the person and they have some real issues. Then you start thinking ‘Can I help’? I’m not a psychiatrist, psychologist, therapist, or counselor. Why do I have this need to meddle? I suppose it’s the rose colored, let’s-make-the-world-a-better-place, optimistic, naiveté. I guess I just need to remember what it’s like to be young and think I have it all together. Hell, that’s me now. What gives me the credentials to help someone else?

The environment in their house is so chaotic. I can’t even begin to imagine counseling someone here, where it’s relatively calm and peaceful, then send them into that whirlwind and expect any advise to stick. I’d like to think Travis has possibilities, but not living where he is now. The only support he has is the support of the out-there type delusions. The unhealthy encouragement of the make believe. The entire household is so wrapped up in cyber-space, that I think sometime reality escapes them.

In other news, the lawn mower broke today. I guess I’ll have to go buy a new one. New lawnmower: $150. Utilities: $300. House payment: $700. Owning your own home, where you can do whatever you want, whenever you want, and finally feel like a grown-up: Priceless.