May 29: "Carol" Dip Tuesday, Candy Seasons, Money, Job

It officially feels like summer now.  Memorial Day is behind us.  June is looming.  We are into the Tootsie Roll season.  Frequent readers of Saint Marty know that I break the year into two parts.  The first part begins in late August/early September when the Halloween candy begins to appear on the shelves at Wal-Mart.  It is the part one of the candy year.  Halloween candy lasts through the first week of November (when you can buy large quantities of it for obscene discounts).  Christmas chocolate starts appearing by late October.  Christmas lasts through the first week of January.  The rest of the candy holidays follow:  Valentine's Day and Easter.  After the Easter Bunny has hopped on down the bunny trail by late April, the second part of the candy years begins:  the dreaded Tootsie Roll season.

I have nothing against Tootsie Rolls.  In fact, there's nothing better than a warm Tootsie Roll midgee of the red-white-and-blue wrap variety.  They're fat and comforting.  However, during May/June/July/August, when parades are aplenty, the candy thrown from the parade floats generally consists of different varieties and flavors of Tootsie Rolls and sticky, semi-frozen Popsicle sticks that taste like shit and melt all over the Tootsie Rolls, creating a slimy mess.  Obviously, I'm a much bigger fan of part one of the candy year than part two.

Well, I go back to work today after the long weekend.  And so, since I missed Carol dip Monday, I will celebrate Carol dip Tuesday.  I have a serious question to ask, and I'm hoping for a positive response.  (I know, I know.  I'm being superstitious.  Stupid.  Adolescent.  Maybe even annoying.  However, I have a post to fill.)  My questions is this:

Will my wife get that job for which she interviewed on Friday, and will our financial situation improve?

And the answer from the great book of Dickens is:

"Ghost of the Future!" he exclaimed, "I fear you more than any Spectre I have seen.  But, as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear you company, and do it with a thankful heart..."

Well, this quote sort of touches on everything.  Yes, I'm terrified of my summer financial situation (the Ghost of the Future).  However, as Scrooge says, the future's purpose is "to do me good," so I'm going to head into June with "with a thankful heart."

Wow, that wasn't too bad.  I'll take that answer this morning.

Now, if Saint Marty could just locate a July Fourth parade where they throw full-size Milky Way bars from the floats, life will be perfect.

Tootsie Roll season has arrived

May 8: "Carol" Dip Tuesday, Consequences, Sticking to What I Know

I'm trying to get back into the swing of things this morning.  Since I missed Carol dip Monday, I'm going to hold a Carol dip Tuesday.  Yes, it's just a cheap way to get fodder for a post, but I never said I wasn't cheap.  I'm having a really hard time getting into a "work" frame of mind after this long weekend of travel, and I'm kicking myself for not taking one more day off just to recuperate from the trip.

Now that I have that off my chest, I will ask my question for Carol dip Tuesday.  Today, my wife is going to pick up my art work that's been on display for the past week at a local florist shop.  Therefore, my question is...

Did any of my pieces sell?

And the answer from the book of Dickens is...

The consequences were uproarious beyond belief; but no one seemed to care; on the contrary, the mother and daughter laughed heartily, and enjoyed it very much; and the latter, soon beginning to mingle in the sports, got pillaged by the young brigands most ruthlessly...

Not a great answer, by my interpretation.  A little scene between Belle, Scrooge's former fiance, and her children.  Lots of laughter at my question in this passage.  The consequences of my foray into the world of fine art:  uproarious laughter and ruthless brigands.  No cash coming my way this afternoon.  I have no idea what I'm going to do with the five prints once I get them back.  Maybe I'll give them away as presents.  Maybe I'll hang them up in my house.  Maybe I'll donate them to a church.  The frames are probably worth more than the prints themselves.

Oh, well.  It was exciting to pretend I was an artist for a little while anyway.

Saint Marty should stick to what he knows best.  He's not sure what that is, but when he figures it out, he's going to stick to it.

This is funny shit!