Windfall/Downfall

Weird, thunderstorms in February isn’t it? Feels really odd, like end of the world kinda stuff.

So I got another piece in Chicagoist.com, the Michael Jackson one! Yip! Fingers crossed I’ll get to do this permanently. I’m such a spaz though, I think I’m making the guy crazy.

You know what though? Even though its crazy outside and I’m making the guy crazy and I made a little mistake at work (shite), things are good.

Know why?

Cause a’ my dad.

He invented this game many many moons ago, and when he died (I was 18, first year of college, pledging my sorority, ugh what a time) we started to get the royalties from said game. We get this check quarterly and lets just say that it’s a good amount of money, not a crazy amount that could change my life, but definitely enough to have saved me on a number of occasions from certain eviction.

For many years, this was a karmic check, always coming right when I needed it. Now, that I’ve sold myself out and am actually making some cash, the money represents something larger. Both in terms of “wow, I could actually make it this time without this check” and “wow, I could really do something great with this check”.

So my dentist saga continues, I’m sure that’s what it will mostly go towards, and taxes. But it also means a sweet hotel when we go to cincinatti in a month (cause what the hell else are you going to do in Cincy besides lie naked in a pretty hotel?) and knowledge that I have the means to take care of myself dentally, whatever it takes.

I’ve been feeling very thankful lately, that things in my life are generally very safe, that I’m mostly happy and healthy, that John is, that my family is. I have a lot to be thankful for.

So today, thanks Daddy, for being a crazy, genius, inventor.