When the going gets tough...

Why are people of the 2010's so anti Billy Ocean (born Leslie Sebastian Charles in Trinidad btw)? He was willing to lead us on a journey of self discovery that took us to the Caribean and got us through the rough times. This is a man who should be celebrated with a VH1 special and perhas a ticker tape parade. Where are you Billy. Go and read about him on wikipedia, I just did, and it was LIFE CHANGING. Seriously.

Today I have made a list of all the things I could to to add cash to my cow. I am interested in the following topics: Myself, law, voice over work, theater, social media, motivational speaking, creative writing, dogs, interior spaces and organization. I am also into travel and spending lots of money. Those last two go hand in hand and shall NOT be addressed in this particular posting as they make me feel sad and depressed and just a tad hungry. Things my large, poor ass do not need to be thinking about to the point of chewing my own hair stress.

Now...what's a girl to do. Full time job by day...possible cash growing time at night. If money never sleeps how do I lure it to my house? Do I need some sort of bait?

The beauty of having a readership of ZERO is that I can say whatever I want here and not really be concerned about the victims of my tongue lashing. You probably know who you are. Mind Bikers I am not your happy leader right now. I find myself in a series of conundrums too vast and deep to comprehend. I need to seek out the source of my discontent and obliterate it with a dizzying display of dazzling decisiveness. Alas, what if this creates undue carnage that I can't fix? I need things to change, I can't...scratch that I won't continue with the way things have been for the past many, many moons. But if MJ taught us nothing else...it's time I started with the [wo]man in the mirror. It is not right to ask someone to make major changes in their life if you are unwilling to make changes in your own. Perhaps the changes you need to make mean not participating in the co-dependency anymore. Dude...that would be a change!

There are other things you can't ask of people you know. Big things relating to such serious and ominous topics as religion and sex and back waxing. The key though is having common ground to start on, or at least be able to go back to. If you don't have any of that anymore where does that leave you? How can this be happening on two fronts at the same time?

I want to stand my ground this time and not let it just pass like it always has before. You don't get to do these things and get a free pass every time. DONE, FINIT! Childhood over...let's jump right past adolescense to ADULTHOOD! WHOA! There's no stopping her now folks, she is actually laying claim to that oh so scary of idea of being an adult and expecting the same out of the people around her. Has she lost her mind...nope she is just in the achy breaky heart part of getting an eye opening new perspective on an old problem.

The bike pack has split off into two camps for the time being.

Kid Capes Accomplisted, Time to move on to Adults

I think I may have found the answer to all my problems. I will now specialize in the cape making for Adult Portland Superheroes. Send me your orders including...height, shoulder width, color prefences and symbol preferences. Time to spread the joy! YES!!!!!

Lamar is an emerging Portland artist I have been chasing all over town. If I could afford it, this fine example of me would be hanging on my wall right now. I'm trying to convince him to put up a website for some mind biker exclusives, but so far the old luddite is going to have to settle for this humble blogginess.

This is the Spirit of Abigail by Lamar

Fast cash without prostitution?

Does this exist? Where does a law abiding, employed, young couple seek out the dollars needed to buy into the American Dream these days? I put this out there to all the mind bikers out there because the best options I've come up with so far are prostitution and gambling. Both fine past times can be accomplished in the great state of Nevada, might I add. So is the bigger question who would earn the higher prostitute payday, David or me? On the one hand you have a fine, virile example of manhood, but on the other you have a witty, spit fire perhaps better suited for stand up comedy than lay down debauchery. Come on my fleet of fearless mind bikers come up with some ideas.

For those of you who don't know we live in 604 square feet. For that reason our actual bicycles had to be moved to the welcoming basement of a kindly friend. We are now reliant exclusively on our mind bikes, and lately mine has had a big ole flat tire. Inspriation, where art thou? Come find me, I'm the red head with the hacking cough and the cocktail.

I believe that cape possession may put me that much closer to eventually becomming this.