Change Revisited

I promise that this will be my last foray into the political genre for a long while.  It’s just that something I saw today bothered me just a little.  Not that I am against a good joke whether they are against your typical stereotypes like race and religion, etc.  I am the first person to laugh at myself and if you don’t believe that then I give up! (See that was a French joke…LeBlanc is French…sheesh, tough crowd).  Anyway, a friend of mine received a joke that I read from another friend of mine, both of whom are black.  It went as follows:

Attention: All white people.

Please report to the cotton fields at 2 a.m. for orientation.

Sincerely,

Barack Obama

Okay so first of all this is a damn funny joke. I am white and not offended by it except that it seems to further my point, if not just a little, about how this election seemed to be all about race and not too much else.  Those are just my two (more) cents.

It’s Time To Fuel Up

This morning on my way to work I needed to fill up my tank. I stopped in Columbia off of I-65 and was pleased as punch at the price per gallon…

…top that, beeyotches!

I never thought I would see prices for fuel under $2.00 per gallon again.

The One Where I Have A Small Anxiety Attack

It was sometime around the eleven o’clock hour yesterday when I noticed something just didn’t feel right. My left hand crept ever so slowly towards my back pocket just to verify that everything was where it should be. It wasn’t. My wallet was missing!

A sense of panic had washed over me. I did not have any cash in my wallet (I never carry cash in my wallet) but there were other things that were much more important than cash. My driver’s license, my social security card and other extremely important personal information were in there and I didn’t want to lose any of it.

I immediately retraced my steps for the day. I did not stop to buy gas, cigarettes or anything else. I never got out of the car until I got to work. I walked the halls of my building to make sure it wasn’t on the floor. I checked the parking lot all to no avail. Now my head starts to swim.

I begin to panic thinking that someone may be using my check card buying cool stuff with my money. My money is definitely not accustomed to being used for cool stuff, just food and bills. I was almost jealous. I decided to call the Sister-in-law, who works less than a mile from my house, to go check to see if my wallet was at the house in its normal place of honor. She agreed to do so since I am (as you all know) 65 miles from home.

It was now about my lunch time so I decided to wait it out until I heard back. It was about time for lunch to be over when I discovered that I had a missed call on my cell. It was from Sister-in-law. My wallet wasn’t there. My heart sank into my stomach. I could feel my identity being torn from me. I just had to go home and turn the house upside down until I found it otherwise I had to call my bank, etc.

First, I had to get the wife. This meant that I had to drive from the airport area to Brentwood sans license. Obviously, I used my cruise control to maintain a legal speed and was sure to properly use my turn signals. Of course, I just so happened to be followed quite closely by two cops. What are the odds, right?

I let the wife drive home from her job since I was technically driving illegally and we got home in record time. I bound into the house, checked by the door and checked in the place that I collect all my stuff in the morning. I came up empty. I decided to grope around in the back pocket of my pants from yesterday…eureka! I found it.

I don’t know why I panicked so much. I can be such a worry-wart sometimes but the thought of losing my wallet just killed me. I will be sure to keep better tabs on it going forward. Since I had a couple of free hours at home with the wife we…played Madden! We are such an exciting cast of characters aren’t we?