Commercial Free Blogging Blitz

If you read yesterday’s post, think about how much shorter it would have been without the commercials. Would it have still been entertaining? I don’t know, maybe I could have strung some sound bites and tweet speak together for a laugh. It was long for a couple of reasons but mostly to show how programmed we are to overlook our own thoughts about what we are experiencing. Advertisers know this. Information overload is the new norm and almost as well as sex sells all by itself, when you combine it with repeated in your face info blasts of what we are supposed to want out of life and how we can get it, FAST, some people will throw their money away on things they don’t need faster than you can say national debt. What does it say about a society when debt is a commodity? Buying and selling debt, it’s like we have turned into a bunch of bookies and loan sharks. Yeah, we don’t have enough beef to make real hamburgers but we’ve got some non-performing loans over here in a warehouse. Let’s just shred the files and mix that with meat by-product shipped from another country. (I digress)

Yesterday was my annual “put everything I got for Christmas into service day” and since I stayed up until late after the game to write yesterday’s post, I had time to appreciate and sort through the new clothing, beauty products (lip balm and lotion) and office supplies I received from my many admirers. (my husband whose love for giving gifts to me is like that of many admirers.)

I also prepared a birthday dinner for my special someone and had a real conversation with one super smart someone else. The Trifecta!

I am a practical woman and my husband gets great joy from making sure I have the essentials to do whatever I might be doing for Honie’s Big Bloomers. (That isn’t a commercial because it isn’t a real business. YET.) I dream of growing cut flowers for market. I would love to purchase a piece of property that is on the historic register because of the old stone cottage situated on the acre (+/-) at the corner of some prime real estate and grow all sorts of flowers. I would turn the little cottage into a gallery for local art and photography. It is for sale. I inquired about it a couple of years ago. Because of the historical significance of the stone cottage, the property must be re-platted to separate the house from the adjacent lot in order to attract a buyer who would probably build a gas station or fast food joint. (We really need more of those in our town.) So it will probably remain unsold until the stone cottage collapses. It is slowly falling apart. The foundation is cracked, the roof needs to be replaced, and some upgrades, uncharacteristic of a stone cottage, need to be removed to restore it to its original glory. The price? 1.4 mil. Yeah. I don’t have that kind of cash and I even if by some miracle I could get a loan, I don’t want to saddle my family with debt when I keel over from growing cut flowers for the commercial market in crazy Texas heat/wind/drought conditions. It can be done, this I know, when you have drip irrigation, properly amended soil, guts, and a good back up plan for when it hails or if there’s a freak snow storm. Short and sweet, that’s the story of Honie’s Big Bloomers. (Pronounced just like HONEY, in case you didn’t know.)