Well dear readers, I have broken the rules of Adsense on this Google blog. I openly asked readers to click on my ads to help make me money to help get to my goal of fixing my teeth. That was a no-no according to the terms and conditions I agreed to with Google when setting up this account. I was under the impression that the only stipulation I was to adhere to was that I could not click on my own ads, but much to my chagrin, I was wrong, which they let me know yesterday when they cut off the Adsense program to my blog.
I have been very excited about this blog since I started it way back on the 14th of January. Perhaps a little too excited. Enough to overlook the rules and ignorantly just ask for help getting money. Here's the thing with the ads: when they are clicked on I make a couple of bucks here and there. But asking for people to click on them artificially inflates the earnings for me, and that is against the rules. They want people to honestly click on them for information, without me asking you to. That is wrong. Now I know.
The truth is, I was a bit obsessed about the idea of making money on here, and let my naivety and ignorance blind me to what I was doing. I have appealed to Google to reinstate the Adsense program on my blog and am awaiting their decision. I'm guessing they won't put it back on. If that's the case, then oh well. I originally started writing this blog to write about my journey, and to maybe help others along the way as well. I did the Adsense 'cause I thought, what the hell, why not? So I will continue writing the blog as long as Google allows it. If not, I'll go to another site. They're not the only game in town. I appreciate them, but if they want to let me go, it's up to them.Although, if you would like to make a donation, that option is still available at the top of the page.
I want this blog to be honest, informative, and entertaining. It should not be about making money, and I think I may have lost sight of that.
That's it for now. I'm working on my next post as this goes out. All about the blizzard of '11! Thanks for reading, and as always, brush your teeth and pay your bills!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
I be Illin'
Two nights ago, right before I went to bed, I felt a twinge of a feeling of a cold, creeping into my body. It's that slight bending of something inside of you, something you can't quite put your finger on, but if you've lived for any length of time and have been sick before, you know what it is. It's you getting sick. There is some foreign, unwanted, nasty microscopic creature attacking you from the inside. Vile demon, begone! Wicked fiend, trying to unhinge my system with your dastardly machinations, I reject you, foul beast! Have at thee! I unleash the white blood cells to attack and rend asunder your defenses! Die, you filthy cur! Get...out...of...me!
There we go then. I think that did it. All bett....ahemm. Wait a minute, that didn't work. I still feels like shit. I guess it's going to be a while. At least two weeks they say. Having a cold always makes me think of the Beverly Hillbillies. I believe it was either Mister Drysdale, the Clampetts banker, or his assistant Miss Jane Hathaway, who had contracted a nasty cold in one episode. Upon hearing of their illness, Granny set to work on one of her sure fire, folksy country remedies to help them out in their time of need. I think it may have involved a poultice of some kind. That always gave me the creeps. Poultice. Bleeecchhghchkkkk!! Well whoever it was that was sick, drank and/or applied that crap to themselves and then asked old Granny when they could expect to be feeling better. She told them that it usually takes about two to two and a half weeks to work its magic on that cold, and you'll feel right as rain again. Really? Only two to two and a half weeks? That's fantastic! That's just peachy! Thanks Granny! You are a lifesaver! Now that I've ingested/applied that terrible substance to myself that almost made me expel everything out my body from every orifice I have, with the misguided belief that I would be feeling tip-top next Thursday for that million dollar account from the wealthy heiress of the chewing gum dynasty, I feel so much better with the knowledge that within two to two and a half weeks, I will be back on top of my game, nay, on top of the world! Rarin' to go, and ready to conquer the world! Bring it on! Yeah, thanks a lot Granny. I am forever in your debt.You have changed my life! Could I be more sarcastic?! I don't think so!
That's enough of that silliness. I do feel pretty crappy though. And as I have mentioned in an earlier posting, having an abscessed tooth will not help anything. It is an active infection in your mouth eating away at your very bone matter. Now that, needs to go. So my next step is to call my dentist tomorrow to set up an appointment to consult me about how and when we will be going about this whole tooth extraction procedure, and the subsequent dentures that will follow. I am thoroughly mortified, but as I have said before, it's time to pay the piper. I now reap, what I have sown. The chickens have come home to roost. You wanna play, you gotta pay. So bring on the pain Mr. Dentist Man. Get yer pliers, and giant needles full of novocaine, and just RIIIIIP those babys out. It's going to be very weird not having any teeth in my mouth.Very strange indeed. I want to go back in time and talk to myself with a big ol' smile full of broken and missing teeth. That would scare the livin' beJesus outta me. Might even scare me enough to get my act together and quit F'n around with my life. Scared straight, as it were. I probably wouldn't listen. As the old saying goes: Youth is wasted on the young.
On the credit fixing front, this week I'm going to call a couple of the smaller debts, in the $100 dollar range, and make sure all the information I have on them is correct before I go sending them any money. I've got about 4 for those that can be knocked out within just a few months. I'm curious as to just how much that will boost my rating, if at all. We shall see. That's the problem with earning just a little bit more than you have to pay out in bills. It takes forever to pay them off. Maybe I should start writing another blog about cooking. I know the subject well. I should, I've been doing it for over 25 years. I'll have to think about that. I've only been writing this one for a half a month. I don't want to spread myself too thin. So far I'm keeping up with my goal of 2 to 3 posts a week. I hope you all are enjoying it so far. I'm trying to be as honest and informative as I can. I know I'm enjoying writing it.
That's it for this time. If you're enjoying the blog so far, please show your support by clicking on the ads in the margins, and if the spirit moves you, you can also make a donation to the cause by clicking on the 'Donate' button at the top of the page. All the money I earn on this will be going towards getting my dental implants. Thanks for all your help, and as always, brush your teeth and pay your bills.
There we go then. I think that did it. All bett....ahemm. Wait a minute, that didn't work. I still feels like shit. I guess it's going to be a while. At least two weeks they say. Having a cold always makes me think of the Beverly Hillbillies. I believe it was either Mister Drysdale, the Clampetts banker, or his assistant Miss Jane Hathaway, who had contracted a nasty cold in one episode. Upon hearing of their illness, Granny set to work on one of her sure fire, folksy country remedies to help them out in their time of need. I think it may have involved a poultice of some kind. That always gave me the creeps. Poultice. Bleeecchhghchkkkk!! Well whoever it was that was sick, drank and/or applied that crap to themselves and then asked old Granny when they could expect to be feeling better. She told them that it usually takes about two to two and a half weeks to work its magic on that cold, and you'll feel right as rain again. Really? Only two to two and a half weeks? That's fantastic! That's just peachy! Thanks Granny! You are a lifesaver! Now that I've ingested/applied that terrible substance to myself that almost made me expel everything out my body from every orifice I have, with the misguided belief that I would be feeling tip-top next Thursday for that million dollar account from the wealthy heiress of the chewing gum dynasty, I feel so much better with the knowledge that within two to two and a half weeks, I will be back on top of my game, nay, on top of the world! Rarin' to go, and ready to conquer the world! Bring it on! Yeah, thanks a lot Granny. I am forever in your debt.You have changed my life! Could I be more sarcastic?! I don't think so!
That's enough of that silliness. I do feel pretty crappy though. And as I have mentioned in an earlier posting, having an abscessed tooth will not help anything. It is an active infection in your mouth eating away at your very bone matter. Now that, needs to go. So my next step is to call my dentist tomorrow to set up an appointment to consult me about how and when we will be going about this whole tooth extraction procedure, and the subsequent dentures that will follow. I am thoroughly mortified, but as I have said before, it's time to pay the piper. I now reap, what I have sown. The chickens have come home to roost. You wanna play, you gotta pay. So bring on the pain Mr. Dentist Man. Get yer pliers, and giant needles full of novocaine, and just RIIIIIP those babys out. It's going to be very weird not having any teeth in my mouth.Very strange indeed. I want to go back in time and talk to myself with a big ol' smile full of broken and missing teeth. That would scare the livin' beJesus outta me. Might even scare me enough to get my act together and quit F'n around with my life. Scared straight, as it were. I probably wouldn't listen. As the old saying goes: Youth is wasted on the young.
On the credit fixing front, this week I'm going to call a couple of the smaller debts, in the $100 dollar range, and make sure all the information I have on them is correct before I go sending them any money. I've got about 4 for those that can be knocked out within just a few months. I'm curious as to just how much that will boost my rating, if at all. We shall see. That's the problem with earning just a little bit more than you have to pay out in bills. It takes forever to pay them off. Maybe I should start writing another blog about cooking. I know the subject well. I should, I've been doing it for over 25 years. I'll have to think about that. I've only been writing this one for a half a month. I don't want to spread myself too thin. So far I'm keeping up with my goal of 2 to 3 posts a week. I hope you all are enjoying it so far. I'm trying to be as honest and informative as I can. I know I'm enjoying writing it.
That's it for this time. If you're enjoying the blog so far, please show your support by clicking on the ads in the margins, and if the spirit moves you, you can also make a donation to the cause by clicking on the 'Donate' button at the top of the page. All the money I earn on this will be going towards getting my dental implants. Thanks for all your help, and as always, brush your teeth and pay your bills.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Big City, Still No Credit
I just got back from downtown Chicago to visit a dental implant company called Eon Clinics. It's a smaller operation than Clear Choice, but they do exactly the same thing. The difference between the two is, Eon Clinics has a lifetime guarantee for your teeth, and you go to them yearly for the cleaning and maintenance. With Clear Choice you get a pledge to do the right thing, and they don't do the maintenance and cleaning. You go to your dentist. Eon clinics says that to really clean them correctly, they need to be taken out of your mouth. A dentist doesn't do that. But, Eon Clinics costs more, and they are not a nation wide company. So it's up to you to figure out what you want. I still need to look into a couple of other small companies, and also see if I can qualify for any work with a dental school. They've got certain requirements you have to meet. I've still got a ways to go before I'm out of the woods.
Before I forget, as the kids are want to say these days, I'd like to "give a shout out" to the two representatives of each company that walked me through the whole process of learning about everything they have to offer. They both treated me with a gracious respect that is needed in such a delicate and personal matter, that for most is an embarrassing and shameful experience. Unless you've got open sores or lesions, no other malady is quite so public and disgracing. They were true professionals, and I thank them for their kindness and their time. Now if they would only give me a freebie, I'd be stylin'.
Being downtown in the big city is very energizing and exciting. All the hustle and bustle, noise and construction, homeless folks staring at you with their dead eyes and paper cups looking for some change, taxi's whizzing by at breakneck speeds millimeters from crushing you like so many soda crackers, the smell of gasoline and sewer stench wafting through the air. There's nothing like it. Like the 80's punk band Black Flag sang in their old favorite, "Iiiiiiiiiii Love, Livin' in the City!!!!". It's a beautiful thing filled with joy and fear and filth and slicked back hair on a fella named Raul, selling "used" radios out of the back of his car. Only $20 dollars Mistah! Better dan Wal-Mart....Sheeit! You need somethin' else? I get you anythin' man. Anything can happen! There's opportunity on every corner. Money buys, don't be shy!
I don't live or work downtown, but when I first moved here I worked there for a few months. I got acclimated fairly quickly. You have to. You don't keep up, you get run over. I did not like it one bit. I'm used to a much slower pace than the big city. I grew up on the shore of Lake Michigan. Wide open space to the West. After college it was out in Yellowstone National Park for four years. Much more, wide open spaces. In the West. From there I moved to Lawrence, Kansas. Talk about wide open. That's the definition. Although not really that much in Lawrence. It's a university town of about 80,000 people located in the North East corner of the state, with a bustling downtown, and active community. A very hep-cat kinda town. A veritable hotbed of Midwest liberalism. Of course if you drive five minutes outside of town, you are in the middle of nowhere. Wheat and cornfields and farms as far as the eye can see. Wiiiiiide open. No rush to be had. What's yer hurry? So it took a while for me to get my head wrapped around the idea of big city livin'. It was just too fast for me. It was a whole different world than what I was used to. Plus I was commuting two and a half hours a day for work, and I was drunk all the time. It's hard to balance the work, the travel, and the drink every single day. I was some kinda Foster Brooks superman. Who's Foster Brooks little girl? An actor who plays a drunk. Look him up on your interweb. Who is Foster Brooks indeed. Young people these days. Where was I? Oh yes, juggling my mad, mad life in the new big city. What a nightmare. As horrific as my mouth looks now. I was not prepared for any of it.
Nowadays, I like going downtown. As long as I'm ready for it, and have a plan for the day. Everything costs way too much money, so if yer poor you really have to plan it all out. Pack a lunch and find a few interesting sites to see. Of course my recent trip was just to Eon Clinics, not exactly sight seeing. I took the Metra train into town, which is about an hour ride, then hoofed it twenty five or more blocks there, for another forty-five minutes. It was snowing and there was a bit of a wind at my back, but it was a very nice walk. I actually worked up quite a sweat getting there. The offices are in a one story building in a somewhat residential area with their main entrance at street level, but once you go in you descend a few steps down into their reception area. It's a very modern looking space, yet quite warm and cozy with stylish seating framing two walls, and a small refrigerator with complimentary water bottles, and an individual coffee maker on top with a wide selection of coffees and hot chocolate. I took off my over sized earphones and approached the receptionist to let her know my name and appointment time. As I peeled off the layers of clothing and my backpack, she handed me a clipboard with the obligatory paperwork to fill out while I awaited the appointment time. I arrived about thirty minutes early, so there was plenty of time. Other clients I saw were an elderly couple, and later a younger woman, perhaps in her late thirties. She did not smile when we made eye contact, and I just gave a closed mouth grin and a nod. The greeting of the middle-aged and toothless.
After a short time I was greeted by their aforementioned representative, or Treatment Coordinator, as her card reads, and escorted to her office to get things a-rolling. She asked what brought me to their offices, and I told her a little of my checkered past, and that I was looking for dental implants before all of my teeth fell out of my head. She'd never heard that one before, and was slightly amused I think. I explained that I had already been to their main competitor, Clear Choice, and I just wanted to see what they had to offer and what the differences were. Those differences of course being mentioned at the beginning of this posting. Even though their cost is more, I had a good feeling about them. Not that it matters right now, since I cannot afford either, but just something to consider for the eventual decision of who I want to work with. Next came the 3D CT Scan of my mouth, then I got to meet their two top doctors for some more info, and that was about it. The treatment coordinator checked with one of their credit companies to see if I qualified, which of course I didn't, then just a bit more info, and she's going to email me some info, and that was it. A little anti-climatic, but overall a very positive experience. I left feeling quite good about the future, even with bad teeth..... and no credit. It's a long road, but I'm making my way one step at a time. By God. I just hope they don't think I was jerking them around. Because I wasn't. No sir.
And now, I say good day to you. As ever and always, brush your teeth and pay your bills.
Before I forget, as the kids are want to say these days, I'd like to "give a shout out" to the two representatives of each company that walked me through the whole process of learning about everything they have to offer. They both treated me with a gracious respect that is needed in such a delicate and personal matter, that for most is an embarrassing and shameful experience. Unless you've got open sores or lesions, no other malady is quite so public and disgracing. They were true professionals, and I thank them for their kindness and their time. Now if they would only give me a freebie, I'd be stylin'.
Being downtown in the big city is very energizing and exciting. All the hustle and bustle, noise and construction, homeless folks staring at you with their dead eyes and paper cups looking for some change, taxi's whizzing by at breakneck speeds millimeters from crushing you like so many soda crackers, the smell of gasoline and sewer stench wafting through the air. There's nothing like it. Like the 80's punk band Black Flag sang in their old favorite, "Iiiiiiiiiii Love, Livin' in the City!!!!". It's a beautiful thing filled with joy and fear and filth and slicked back hair on a fella named Raul, selling "used" radios out of the back of his car. Only $20 dollars Mistah! Better dan Wal-Mart....Sheeit! You need somethin' else? I get you anythin' man. Anything can happen! There's opportunity on every corner. Money buys, don't be shy!
I don't live or work downtown, but when I first moved here I worked there for a few months. I got acclimated fairly quickly. You have to. You don't keep up, you get run over. I did not like it one bit. I'm used to a much slower pace than the big city. I grew up on the shore of Lake Michigan. Wide open space to the West. After college it was out in Yellowstone National Park for four years. Much more, wide open spaces. In the West. From there I moved to Lawrence, Kansas. Talk about wide open. That's the definition. Although not really that much in Lawrence. It's a university town of about 80,000 people located in the North East corner of the state, with a bustling downtown, and active community. A very hep-cat kinda town. A veritable hotbed of Midwest liberalism. Of course if you drive five minutes outside of town, you are in the middle of nowhere. Wheat and cornfields and farms as far as the eye can see. Wiiiiiide open. No rush to be had. What's yer hurry? So it took a while for me to get my head wrapped around the idea of big city livin'. It was just too fast for me. It was a whole different world than what I was used to. Plus I was commuting two and a half hours a day for work, and I was drunk all the time. It's hard to balance the work, the travel, and the drink every single day. I was some kinda Foster Brooks superman. Who's Foster Brooks little girl? An actor who plays a drunk. Look him up on your interweb. Who is Foster Brooks indeed. Young people these days. Where was I? Oh yes, juggling my mad, mad life in the new big city. What a nightmare. As horrific as my mouth looks now. I was not prepared for any of it.
Nowadays, I like going downtown. As long as I'm ready for it, and have a plan for the day. Everything costs way too much money, so if yer poor you really have to plan it all out. Pack a lunch and find a few interesting sites to see. Of course my recent trip was just to Eon Clinics, not exactly sight seeing. I took the Metra train into town, which is about an hour ride, then hoofed it twenty five or more blocks there, for another forty-five minutes. It was snowing and there was a bit of a wind at my back, but it was a very nice walk. I actually worked up quite a sweat getting there. The offices are in a one story building in a somewhat residential area with their main entrance at street level, but once you go in you descend a few steps down into their reception area. It's a very modern looking space, yet quite warm and cozy with stylish seating framing two walls, and a small refrigerator with complimentary water bottles, and an individual coffee maker on top with a wide selection of coffees and hot chocolate. I took off my over sized earphones and approached the receptionist to let her know my name and appointment time. As I peeled off the layers of clothing and my backpack, she handed me a clipboard with the obligatory paperwork to fill out while I awaited the appointment time. I arrived about thirty minutes early, so there was plenty of time. Other clients I saw were an elderly couple, and later a younger woman, perhaps in her late thirties. She did not smile when we made eye contact, and I just gave a closed mouth grin and a nod. The greeting of the middle-aged and toothless.
After a short time I was greeted by their aforementioned representative, or Treatment Coordinator, as her card reads, and escorted to her office to get things a-rolling. She asked what brought me to their offices, and I told her a little of my checkered past, and that I was looking for dental implants before all of my teeth fell out of my head. She'd never heard that one before, and was slightly amused I think. I explained that I had already been to their main competitor, Clear Choice, and I just wanted to see what they had to offer and what the differences were. Those differences of course being mentioned at the beginning of this posting. Even though their cost is more, I had a good feeling about them. Not that it matters right now, since I cannot afford either, but just something to consider for the eventual decision of who I want to work with. Next came the 3D CT Scan of my mouth, then I got to meet their two top doctors for some more info, and that was about it. The treatment coordinator checked with one of their credit companies to see if I qualified, which of course I didn't, then just a bit more info, and she's going to email me some info, and that was it. A little anti-climatic, but overall a very positive experience. I left feeling quite good about the future, even with bad teeth..... and no credit. It's a long road, but I'm making my way one step at a time. By God. I just hope they don't think I was jerking them around. Because I wasn't. No sir.
And now, I say good day to you. As ever and always, brush your teeth and pay your bills.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Follow my Passion?
I love the self help books that say to follow your passion. It's a great idea, in theory, or if you can actually follow through with the idea. Find what it is you really love to do, and start doing it as your job. Then you'll love getting up every day and going in to work. Hooray! You win! Life is wonderful! Yippee!
That is a great idea! I love it, I really do. I wish everybody could do that with their lives. We'd have a happier planet, that's for sure. It's just that we wouldn't get any ditches dug, dishes washed, or windows cleaned. Who will be doing all the menial and manual labor? Not me, that's for sure. I'm following my passion! I love what I do. I have no time for these simple tasks. Bah!
Ah, but there's the rub then, eh? We all have the time for the simple tasks. Our own simple tasks anyway. Taking care of all of our own responsibilities. Wash our own dishes, cook our own food, shovel our own driveways. Which is what we're supposed to do anyway. Unless you can pay to have someone else do it.
The problem is, most people don't follow through with the idea. They think about how nice it would be if they could only be doing their favorite thing every day instead of this stupid job that I hate, and the boss that I hate, and all the BS that I have to put up with there. They just don't understand me! They've told themselves that they can't do it for a multitude of reasons. I'm too old, it's too hard, I'm not smart enough, etc., etc., etc. You get the idea. As someone once said, nothing worth doing is ever easy. It's probably going to take hard work and a lot of EFFORT on your part. The easiest part, hopefully, is figuring out what you want to do. Then you take the steps to get to that goal. What are the steps? Do I gotta tell you everything? Do the research. Google your questions, that's what you have the internet for. If you don't have it, (how are you reading this blog by the way?), go to your local library and use theirs. It's free. If you don't know how to use it, ask a librarian! Or be ancient, and get your information from books. The internet is faster, and will intuit your answers sometimes, but some folks are just old school. Then, get moving towards that goal. You should probably write it down too. No one will make it happen but you. Sure, you're friends and family are there to support you, but mommy will not be dragging your ass out of bed to get you on your way. You are your own perpetual motion machine. By your will shall you move.
The figuring out what to do has always been the hard part for me. Following my passion takes some slowing down of the defining process. My passion for soul-fulfilling work, not just passion for passion. If I had my druthers, my passion would be getting a good buzz on and watching a kick-ass political thriller movie, smoking another joint halfway through it while having a few drinks. After the movie, head down to my favorite watering hole and meet up with a few friends for drinks and good times for a couple of more hours. Eventually when I'm too buzzed or tired to keep going on, I stumble on home to have a quick snack, then fall into bed in a heap and black out until I have to get up. That was my passion for a very long time. I'm not going to get into the psychoanalysis of the why I am/was like that here, but suffice it to say that something was lacking in my life. I guess I never slowed down enough to figure out what that was.
So now, I think I've found my passion. I do have a passion for writing this blog now that I'm doing it. Thank you for pushing me in this direction Serena. I've always enjoyed writing anyway, so that's great. I don't know if I can parlay that into a career or not, but I'll still keep doing it. My other passion is for gardening. I really love gardening. I've even got a business idea for it that I'm working towards as well. It's in it's infancy, but I am slowly making it happen. The hard thing for me to have is patience. I've only been sober for 2 years, but the ideas are flowing now, and I'm just a little stifled by my current cash flow to make things happen. Plus there's no way I can get a business loan at this time. I have to prove to the banks that I'm a reliable and trustworthy person. With my track record, I understand how they have not come to that realization just yet. Also, as is the other main point of this blog, my teeth are falling out of my head, and I need to get that fixed as well. I've got a plan in place though, and am working it as I write. My current job pays a decent wage, and I've got insurance, but it's just getting by. Hand to mouth. After paying all the bills, and the surprise expenses that always seem to pop up out of nowhere, there's very little left over for saving, or investing. The logical conclusion now is, find a better paying job. Here's where my last post comes to bite me in the ass. There is a definite lack of jobs out there. I've been doing a little looking recently, and I can see why people are hurting. Perhaps I was a little too cavalier about the job searching, and the finding of the job on my last post. It's harder than I thought. I stand corrected. But I do stand by the notion that it's not impossible, and you will find what you need eventually. It's gonna be a bitch till you find it, but if you keep trying and don't give up, I believe you'll find it.
So, follow your passion....if you dare. It'll take hard work, sacrifice, and determination, but I believe it can be achieved. Do you want to be happy? Do you want to do what you love to do? Or would you rather be miserable in a shit job, not making enough money. It's up to you. As the United States Marine Corps. say: "Improvise, Adapt,and Overcome". Go for it! As always, brush your teeth, and pay your bills!
That is a great idea! I love it, I really do. I wish everybody could do that with their lives. We'd have a happier planet, that's for sure. It's just that we wouldn't get any ditches dug, dishes washed, or windows cleaned. Who will be doing all the menial and manual labor? Not me, that's for sure. I'm following my passion! I love what I do. I have no time for these simple tasks. Bah!
Ah, but there's the rub then, eh? We all have the time for the simple tasks. Our own simple tasks anyway. Taking care of all of our own responsibilities. Wash our own dishes, cook our own food, shovel our own driveways. Which is what we're supposed to do anyway. Unless you can pay to have someone else do it.
The problem is, most people don't follow through with the idea. They think about how nice it would be if they could only be doing their favorite thing every day instead of this stupid job that I hate, and the boss that I hate, and all the BS that I have to put up with there. They just don't understand me! They've told themselves that they can't do it for a multitude of reasons. I'm too old, it's too hard, I'm not smart enough, etc., etc., etc. You get the idea. As someone once said, nothing worth doing is ever easy. It's probably going to take hard work and a lot of EFFORT on your part. The easiest part, hopefully, is figuring out what you want to do. Then you take the steps to get to that goal. What are the steps? Do I gotta tell you everything? Do the research. Google your questions, that's what you have the internet for. If you don't have it, (how are you reading this blog by the way?), go to your local library and use theirs. It's free. If you don't know how to use it, ask a librarian! Or be ancient, and get your information from books. The internet is faster, and will intuit your answers sometimes, but some folks are just old school. Then, get moving towards that goal. You should probably write it down too. No one will make it happen but you. Sure, you're friends and family are there to support you, but mommy will not be dragging your ass out of bed to get you on your way. You are your own perpetual motion machine. By your will shall you move.
The figuring out what to do has always been the hard part for me. Following my passion takes some slowing down of the defining process. My passion for soul-fulfilling work, not just passion for passion. If I had my druthers, my passion would be getting a good buzz on and watching a kick-ass political thriller movie, smoking another joint halfway through it while having a few drinks. After the movie, head down to my favorite watering hole and meet up with a few friends for drinks and good times for a couple of more hours. Eventually when I'm too buzzed or tired to keep going on, I stumble on home to have a quick snack, then fall into bed in a heap and black out until I have to get up. That was my passion for a very long time. I'm not going to get into the psychoanalysis of the why I am/was like that here, but suffice it to say that something was lacking in my life. I guess I never slowed down enough to figure out what that was.
So now, I think I've found my passion. I do have a passion for writing this blog now that I'm doing it. Thank you for pushing me in this direction Serena. I've always enjoyed writing anyway, so that's great. I don't know if I can parlay that into a career or not, but I'll still keep doing it. My other passion is for gardening. I really love gardening. I've even got a business idea for it that I'm working towards as well. It's in it's infancy, but I am slowly making it happen. The hard thing for me to have is patience. I've only been sober for 2 years, but the ideas are flowing now, and I'm just a little stifled by my current cash flow to make things happen. Plus there's no way I can get a business loan at this time. I have to prove to the banks that I'm a reliable and trustworthy person. With my track record, I understand how they have not come to that realization just yet. Also, as is the other main point of this blog, my teeth are falling out of my head, and I need to get that fixed as well. I've got a plan in place though, and am working it as I write. My current job pays a decent wage, and I've got insurance, but it's just getting by. Hand to mouth. After paying all the bills, and the surprise expenses that always seem to pop up out of nowhere, there's very little left over for saving, or investing. The logical conclusion now is, find a better paying job. Here's where my last post comes to bite me in the ass. There is a definite lack of jobs out there. I've been doing a little looking recently, and I can see why people are hurting. Perhaps I was a little too cavalier about the job searching, and the finding of the job on my last post. It's harder than I thought. I stand corrected. But I do stand by the notion that it's not impossible, and you will find what you need eventually. It's gonna be a bitch till you find it, but if you keep trying and don't give up, I believe you'll find it.
So, follow your passion....if you dare. It'll take hard work, sacrifice, and determination, but I believe it can be achieved. Do you want to be happy? Do you want to do what you love to do? Or would you rather be miserable in a shit job, not making enough money. It's up to you. As the United States Marine Corps. say: "Improvise, Adapt,and Overcome". Go for it! As always, brush your teeth, and pay your bills!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Recession, Schmecession
I just don't understand why everyone is so worked up about the recession. I've been on the edge of poverty my entire adult life, and somehow I still get by. I guess I've just never known any different. Being broke is a way of life, and fully functioning paradigm for myself, and I'm guessing millions of others all across this great country of ours. Sure, I had a wife that's a college graduate with a good job that pays quite well. I'm glad for that, because that means my children can enjoy life a little bit better than if they had to just live with me. If we hadn't gotten divorced, we'd both be doing better, but it was not to be. Lucky for my children they live with the parent that learned about personal responsibility a lot sooner than the other one. Namely me. I am not proud of this fact, and am doing what I can now to remedy that situation, but I still have a hard time feeling a whole lot of pity toward those who no longer have their $100,000 a year jobs, and are forced to give up all the luxuries in their life that they've grown accustomed to.
What are those luxuries anyway? I will guess. 1) Cable TV/Tivo 2) Magazine subscriptions 3) Monthly car payments 4) Vices, such as; alcohol, tobacco, pornography, prescription drugs, chocolate, etc. 5) Lawn service 6) Dining out 7) Anything that costs more than you make. 8) Other things not coming to mind at this time.
Some of you are probably saying, "Well Jeffrey Scott, maybe if you had gotten your college degree, or a culinary degree, you too would be pulling down the big bucks and living beyond your means, and pushing your credit past the point of no return just like the rest of us, and being pretty bummed out like the rest of us as well." That very well may be. I agree. Unfortunately I held myself back through my love for alcohol. That was my weakness, and ultimate downfall. Now, would you rather trade me for that, or would you like to stop feeling sorry for yourself, pick yourself up and do the hard work of getting back to work? Hmmm? Yes life can be a real bitch sometimes, but if you do have that college degree, and your health, and an internet connection, you can get up and get out there and find something new. It may take a while, but don't tell me you can't do it.
Believe it or not there are actually people out there that want to help people like me, and perhaps even people like you. They want to help someone that is helping themselves, someone that is getting up off their asses and trying. When I make it, I will be one of those people looking for people who are trying as well. That's right, when I make it. Mark my words, because I will. "Big words, from a man with bad teeth and no credit!" I can hear you exclaiming. That's right, big words. I've got lots of big words. Onomotopeia. How's that for a big word, huh? Antidisestablishmentarianism. Ha.
So, I guess I'm saying that sometimes you have to suck it up and give up those luxuries you can no longer afford for a while. Sure it sucks, but if you want to get it all back, you may have to give it all up. At least for a while. How long is a while? I have no idea. It depends on you I suppose. It depends on your attitude and what you're willing to do to better your life. Maybe you need a little humility in your life, I don't know. But don't just write off the experience as a horrible nightmare that you have to endure. You might just learn something valuable. As Americans, we're a very independent people who are taught from an early age that we need to make our own way, and asking for help is a sign of weakness. I think we need to learn how to rely on each other a little better. It's not such a bad thing to ask for help.
Look at me, I'm asking for your help right now. If you click on my ads, I make a few pennies. Or, if your're in the giving mood, you can make a donation. It all goes towards fixing my teeth. I am shameless. Maybe not totally, but certainly not much left. I'm too old for vanity, and too young to give up. I am the little engine that could. I could use a breather now and again, but I'm in it for the long haul. Bear down, dig in, and keep on keepin' on. Right on brother! Can I get an AMEN?!
That's it for today. Y'all take care and remember, brush your teeth, and pay your bills!
What are those luxuries anyway? I will guess. 1) Cable TV/Tivo 2) Magazine subscriptions 3) Monthly car payments 4) Vices, such as; alcohol, tobacco, pornography, prescription drugs, chocolate, etc. 5) Lawn service 6) Dining out 7) Anything that costs more than you make. 8) Other things not coming to mind at this time.
Some of you are probably saying, "Well Jeffrey Scott, maybe if you had gotten your college degree, or a culinary degree, you too would be pulling down the big bucks and living beyond your means, and pushing your credit past the point of no return just like the rest of us, and being pretty bummed out like the rest of us as well." That very well may be. I agree. Unfortunately I held myself back through my love for alcohol. That was my weakness, and ultimate downfall. Now, would you rather trade me for that, or would you like to stop feeling sorry for yourself, pick yourself up and do the hard work of getting back to work? Hmmm? Yes life can be a real bitch sometimes, but if you do have that college degree, and your health, and an internet connection, you can get up and get out there and find something new. It may take a while, but don't tell me you can't do it.
Believe it or not there are actually people out there that want to help people like me, and perhaps even people like you. They want to help someone that is helping themselves, someone that is getting up off their asses and trying. When I make it, I will be one of those people looking for people who are trying as well. That's right, when I make it. Mark my words, because I will. "Big words, from a man with bad teeth and no credit!" I can hear you exclaiming. That's right, big words. I've got lots of big words. Onomotopeia. How's that for a big word, huh? Antidisestablishmentarianism. Ha.
So, I guess I'm saying that sometimes you have to suck it up and give up those luxuries you can no longer afford for a while. Sure it sucks, but if you want to get it all back, you may have to give it all up. At least for a while. How long is a while? I have no idea. It depends on you I suppose. It depends on your attitude and what you're willing to do to better your life. Maybe you need a little humility in your life, I don't know. But don't just write off the experience as a horrible nightmare that you have to endure. You might just learn something valuable. As Americans, we're a very independent people who are taught from an early age that we need to make our own way, and asking for help is a sign of weakness. I think we need to learn how to rely on each other a little better. It's not such a bad thing to ask for help.
Look at me, I'm asking for your help right now. If you click on my ads, I make a few pennies. Or, if your're in the giving mood, you can make a donation. It all goes towards fixing my teeth. I am shameless. Maybe not totally, but certainly not much left. I'm too old for vanity, and too young to give up. I am the little engine that could. I could use a breather now and again, but I'm in it for the long haul. Bear down, dig in, and keep on keepin' on. Right on brother! Can I get an AMEN?!
That's it for today. Y'all take care and remember, brush your teeth, and pay your bills!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Cold, Hard Reality
Dateline: Chicago.It's a bitter winter in the windy city, and the bitterness is seeping into this reporters soul. Nah, I'm just kiddin'. I just wanted to use the word dateline, and sound like an old timey reporter. And to transition into the theme of this posting, cold, hard reality.
The reality that there is no quick fix in this world. There is no free handout to make it all better. I'm not going to get new teeth by the end of this fiscal quarter. Or probably by the end of the next 12 quarters or more. It's going to be a long hard journey, filled with potential setbacks and pitfalls that will hamper my progress along the way. No doubt it's going to be a bitch. But through those discouragements I believe will come education, and wisdom, and peace. It's going to happen. I will get new teeth. But it will take time. As I've told some very good friends and family supporters before, it took me a long time to get to the point I'm at now, and it's going to take a long time to get back to "normal" and status quo. Not as long as it took to get down to the depths, but it will be quite a while. I believe the victory will be that much sweeter when I get there, knowing that I did this. I did it with the help and support of friends and family, but ultimately it was me who made the decision to fix my life, and drag my ass onto the pain train back to normalcy.
This point was driven home recently by a good friend from college whom I love and respect very much. He has done very well for himself, and would be considered by many to be a wealthy man, in more ways than one. Since I moved to the Chicago area, I've gotten back in touch with my old friends in Michigan making the occasional visit when I can afford to get away for a few days. It's always a good time, and it's great to see old familiar faces. It's also a bit embarrassing since almost a third of my teeth are gone, and the others aren't too far behind. It's kinda hard to hide a mouth full of missing and broken teeth. So at some point I let my friend know what was happening with my neglected craw, and he offered to help, once I got all the information I needed to figure out what to do. Just how much help he was willing to offer I didn't now, and wasn't about to ask. That's just not done. All would be revealed in time. Well the time has come, and in just a few words spoken and unspoken, he let me know. Replacing all or just half my teeth is just too much of a cost for him to bear. He might be able to afford it, but that's not the point. The point is, which I've always known, that I made my own problems and it's up to me to fix them. There will be no learning or growth if some rich guy just comes along and bails me out. That wouldn't be fair to me, or him. I'm the one that has to make this happen, not him. Sure he'll be there to help with the dentures that will be coming along soon enough, which will be a huge favor in and of itself, but I cannot, and will not expect someone else to fix my problems. What I do expect from my friends and family is the love and support that they all have shown me already. That's really all I can expect. Which is plenty.
So, as I mentioned, there will be dentures. A full set at some point. My insurance will pay half, and my friend will be helping me with the other half. Much cheaper than the implants, but the next logical step towards that end. I can't walk around with abscessed teeth in my head all the time. That's just not healthy. But that's still a little way down the road. Sooner than I think. It's just the reality of having no teeth in there is going to be a very demoralizing time, at least for the first few weeks. I'll cover all that when I get to it. For now, it's just plan ahead.
Well that's it for this posting today. I'm tapped out, and I've got company coming in about an hour or so. I gots to clean this place up a bit. I hope y'all have a great day, and I'll write to ya later. Don't forget, brush your teeth, and pay your bills on time!
The reality that there is no quick fix in this world. There is no free handout to make it all better. I'm not going to get new teeth by the end of this fiscal quarter. Or probably by the end of the next 12 quarters or more. It's going to be a long hard journey, filled with potential setbacks and pitfalls that will hamper my progress along the way. No doubt it's going to be a bitch. But through those discouragements I believe will come education, and wisdom, and peace. It's going to happen. I will get new teeth. But it will take time. As I've told some very good friends and family supporters before, it took me a long time to get to the point I'm at now, and it's going to take a long time to get back to "normal" and status quo. Not as long as it took to get down to the depths, but it will be quite a while. I believe the victory will be that much sweeter when I get there, knowing that I did this. I did it with the help and support of friends and family, but ultimately it was me who made the decision to fix my life, and drag my ass onto the pain train back to normalcy.
This point was driven home recently by a good friend from college whom I love and respect very much. He has done very well for himself, and would be considered by many to be a wealthy man, in more ways than one. Since I moved to the Chicago area, I've gotten back in touch with my old friends in Michigan making the occasional visit when I can afford to get away for a few days. It's always a good time, and it's great to see old familiar faces. It's also a bit embarrassing since almost a third of my teeth are gone, and the others aren't too far behind. It's kinda hard to hide a mouth full of missing and broken teeth. So at some point I let my friend know what was happening with my neglected craw, and he offered to help, once I got all the information I needed to figure out what to do. Just how much help he was willing to offer I didn't now, and wasn't about to ask. That's just not done. All would be revealed in time. Well the time has come, and in just a few words spoken and unspoken, he let me know. Replacing all or just half my teeth is just too much of a cost for him to bear. He might be able to afford it, but that's not the point. The point is, which I've always known, that I made my own problems and it's up to me to fix them. There will be no learning or growth if some rich guy just comes along and bails me out. That wouldn't be fair to me, or him. I'm the one that has to make this happen, not him. Sure he'll be there to help with the dentures that will be coming along soon enough, which will be a huge favor in and of itself, but I cannot, and will not expect someone else to fix my problems. What I do expect from my friends and family is the love and support that they all have shown me already. That's really all I can expect. Which is plenty.
So, as I mentioned, there will be dentures. A full set at some point. My insurance will pay half, and my friend will be helping me with the other half. Much cheaper than the implants, but the next logical step towards that end. I can't walk around with abscessed teeth in my head all the time. That's just not healthy. But that's still a little way down the road. Sooner than I think. It's just the reality of having no teeth in there is going to be a very demoralizing time, at least for the first few weeks. I'll cover all that when I get to it. For now, it's just plan ahead.
Well that's it for this posting today. I'm tapped out, and I've got company coming in about an hour or so. I gots to clean this place up a bit. I hope y'all have a great day, and I'll write to ya later. Don't forget, brush your teeth, and pay your bills on time!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Let's talk teeth.
Okey doke. Let's talk teeth. Rotting, decaying, falling out of your head kinda teeth. I'll try not to get too graphic now kiddies, this is supposed to be a humorous blog. No need to bring you all down into the murky depths of my trip. I've got a positive attitude, but I've got to find a way to get a buttload of money before they all come breaking out of my mouth. Granted it's only my third posting, but I've got a good feeling about this one. I'm gonna break some new ground here. I would've started this sooner, but I had to get caught up on my Venture Brothers season 4. I love that show. Just have to restrain myself from writing in their style.
I don't know when it was exactly that I started neglecting my dental hygiene. Probably sometime during college, or shortly after they kicked me out and my drinking took on a life of its' own. I grew up with braces for cryin' out loud, so I knew how to take care of my teeth. Now my mom is sooo glad she invested all that money in my grill when I was a kid. I think I probably just stopped caring at some point. Sure I brushed, but not always on a daily basis. I was young, I thought I'd live forever. Never thought about mortality or the finiteness of life. Didn't think there'd actually be an end. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about the ivories. Just pass a brush over 'em a couple of times a week or so and you'll be fine. You'll never fall apart or get old.", I somehow told myself. "Have another drink. You'll be fine!" Ah, the folly of youth. Fast forward 20 years and you see the results of neglect and abuse. Not a pretty sight my friends.
The first thing I had to do was see a dentist, but when I first moved here to the Chicago area a couple of years ago, I only had the crappy restaurant job that had no insurance, so that was out of the question at the time. Also I hadn't quit drinking until months after I moved here, and I just wasn't interested in much of anything until I did. I finally got the good job one year ago from now, and just got the dental appointment taken care of about 2 months ago. I'm a bit of a procrastinator. I'm workin' on that. Old bad habits take a little time to break. The dentist told me that all hope was lost for my original teeth, and full mouth implants were going to cost me around $75,000. That's right, you read that number correctly. I just about dropped a load right there on the dentists recliner from the shock. Where in the hell would I get that kind of money? Criminy. Well I knew of another option out there that I had seen on television about a year before. A company by the name of Clear Choice that specializes in, and only performs dental implant procedures. They have a free consultation and CT scan of your mouth. It's kind of like an MRI that gives them a 3-D image of the entire mouth. The prognosis was the same as the dentist, but the price was almost half as much. You can find them on the web at http://www.clearchoice.com/index.aspx. After an extensive consultation with their point man, (also named Jeffrey), a short video and a meeting with the resident prosthodontist, we did a couple of inquiries into getting me financing through the two lending institutions they work with. Unsurprisingly I was denied by both, and we only checked on the half-procedure option. Full mouth is $40,000; bottom half and a full upper denture is about $20,000. I'm pretty much screwed.
But I'm not giving up by God! Where there's a will, there's a way! I will have new teeth! There's another company out there I'm going to make an appointment with today for next week called Eon Clinics. They do the same thing as Clear Choice. Here's their link:http://www.eonclinics.com/locations/index.html. They also have the free consultation and CT-scan. I'm pretty sure they'll be telling me the same thing, but I'd like to get another opinion, and maybe I'll qualify with their lender. Highly doubtful, but what the hell. A couple of others I've found are University Associates in Dentistry at, http://www.uadchicago.com/, and University Dental Associates at, http://www.universitydentalassociates.com/. Simialar names, but different companies. Interesting how these companies are becoming more commonplace. Kind of makes you wonder about the oral health of our country. Not very good is my guess.
Another option I discussed with my brother just this morning is getting the work done abroad for a fraction of the cost. Here's a blog address and a couple of other sites I just found: http://toothdentalimplants.blogspot.com/, http://hubpages.com/hub/Free-Dental-Implants-Info, http://www.dentalinsurancecare.com/free-dental-implants.html
http://www.treatmentabroad.com/cosmetic-dentistry-abroad/hungary/. Those are just a few. There's others out there, but beware of scams. I'm learning all this as I go. Next I need to check with Dental Schools. There might be something there as well.
I'm starting to feel a little overwhelmed. I just searched for dental tourism, and dental universities. There are many choices, and I'm going to have to spend some major time figuring out what exactly to do. It's going to take a lot of research. I like the dental tourism idea, but you gotta be careful. I don't wanna get sucked into some scam. Take a vacation and get my teeth fixed at the same time. I like it.
Time to say goodbye for now. I'm all tapped out for this post. I need to get something done around the house as well. I think I'll make some split pea soup in the crock pot. Yum. Take care and remember, brush your teeth and pay your bills on time!
I don't know when it was exactly that I started neglecting my dental hygiene. Probably sometime during college, or shortly after they kicked me out and my drinking took on a life of its' own. I grew up with braces for cryin' out loud, so I knew how to take care of my teeth. Now my mom is sooo glad she invested all that money in my grill when I was a kid. I think I probably just stopped caring at some point. Sure I brushed, but not always on a daily basis. I was young, I thought I'd live forever. Never thought about mortality or the finiteness of life. Didn't think there'd actually be an end. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about the ivories. Just pass a brush over 'em a couple of times a week or so and you'll be fine. You'll never fall apart or get old.", I somehow told myself. "Have another drink. You'll be fine!" Ah, the folly of youth. Fast forward 20 years and you see the results of neglect and abuse. Not a pretty sight my friends.
The first thing I had to do was see a dentist, but when I first moved here to the Chicago area a couple of years ago, I only had the crappy restaurant job that had no insurance, so that was out of the question at the time. Also I hadn't quit drinking until months after I moved here, and I just wasn't interested in much of anything until I did. I finally got the good job one year ago from now, and just got the dental appointment taken care of about 2 months ago. I'm a bit of a procrastinator. I'm workin' on that. Old bad habits take a little time to break. The dentist told me that all hope was lost for my original teeth, and full mouth implants were going to cost me around $75,000. That's right, you read that number correctly. I just about dropped a load right there on the dentists recliner from the shock. Where in the hell would I get that kind of money? Criminy. Well I knew of another option out there that I had seen on television about a year before. A company by the name of Clear Choice that specializes in, and only performs dental implant procedures. They have a free consultation and CT scan of your mouth. It's kind of like an MRI that gives them a 3-D image of the entire mouth. The prognosis was the same as the dentist, but the price was almost half as much. You can find them on the web at http://www.clearchoice.com/index.aspx. After an extensive consultation with their point man, (also named Jeffrey), a short video and a meeting with the resident prosthodontist, we did a couple of inquiries into getting me financing through the two lending institutions they work with. Unsurprisingly I was denied by both, and we only checked on the half-procedure option. Full mouth is $40,000; bottom half and a full upper denture is about $20,000. I'm pretty much screwed.
But I'm not giving up by God! Where there's a will, there's a way! I will have new teeth! There's another company out there I'm going to make an appointment with today for next week called Eon Clinics. They do the same thing as Clear Choice. Here's their link:http://www.eonclinics.com/locations/index.html. They also have the free consultation and CT-scan. I'm pretty sure they'll be telling me the same thing, but I'd like to get another opinion, and maybe I'll qualify with their lender. Highly doubtful, but what the hell. A couple of others I've found are University Associates in Dentistry at, http://www.uadchicago.com/, and University Dental Associates at, http://www.universitydentalassociates.com/. Simialar names, but different companies. Interesting how these companies are becoming more commonplace. Kind of makes you wonder about the oral health of our country. Not very good is my guess.
Another option I discussed with my brother just this morning is getting the work done abroad for a fraction of the cost. Here's a blog address and a couple of other sites I just found: http://toothdentalimplants.blogspot.com/, http://hubpages.com/hub/Free-Dental-Implants-Info, http://www.dentalinsurancecare.com/free-dental-implants.html
http://www.treatmentabroad.com/cosmetic-dentistry-abroad/hungary/. Those are just a few. There's others out there, but beware of scams. I'm learning all this as I go. Next I need to check with Dental Schools. There might be something there as well.
I'm starting to feel a little overwhelmed. I just searched for dental tourism, and dental universities. There are many choices, and I'm going to have to spend some major time figuring out what exactly to do. It's going to take a lot of research. I like the dental tourism idea, but you gotta be careful. I don't wanna get sucked into some scam. Take a vacation and get my teeth fixed at the same time. I like it.
Time to say goodbye for now. I'm all tapped out for this post. I need to get something done around the house as well. I think I'll make some split pea soup in the crock pot. Yum. Take care and remember, brush your teeth and pay your bills on time!
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