Do you have...
Your own cell phone: No.
A television in your bedroom: No, but only because rahirah won't let me.
An iPod: Yes.
A photo printer: No.
Your own phone line: Yes, but it's our only one, so not sure how that counts.
TiVo or a generic digital video recorder: No, but I want one, or the DVR our cable company offers.
High-speed internet access: Yes.
A surround sound system in bedroom: No.
DVD player in bedroom: No.
At least a hundred DVDs: Not yet, but I'm closing up on about a thousand CDs.
A child-free bathroom: Yes (really, a child-free house, unless you count cats).
Your own in-house office: Sort of. The spare bedroom is my office/our library.
A pool: No.
A guest house: No.
A game room: No.
A queen-size bed or larger: Yes.
A stocked bar: Yes.
A working dishwasher: No.
An icemaker: No.
A working washer and dryer: Just a washer and our solar-powered dryer (ha ha).
More than 20 pairs of shoes: I'm getting there.
At least ten things from a designer store: Nope, although I HAVE some designer things, just purchased from eBay or Goodwill...
Expensive sunglasses: No.
Framed original art, not lithographs or prints: Yes.
A gym membership: Yes.
Large exercise equipment at home: No.
Your own set of golf clubs: No.
A pool table: No.
A tennis court: No.
Local access to a lake, large pond, or the sea: No.
Your own pair of skis: No.
Enough camping gear for a weekend trip in an isolated area: Yes, but we haven't gone camping since the Drought hit.
A boat: No.
A jet ski: No.
A neighborhood committee membership: No.
A beach house or a vacation house/cabin: No.
Wealthy family members: Yes, but I'm way far away from inheriting from them, since they have kids and grandkids of their own.
A walk-in closet or pantry: No.
A yard: Yes.
A hammock: No.
A personal trainer: No.
Expensive jewelry: A few small pieces.
A designer bag that required being on a waiting list to get: No, just some knockoffs.
At least $100 cash in your possession right now: No.
More than two credit cards bearing your name: No. As God as my witness, I will never have a credit card again!
Good credit: No.
A stock portfolio: Yes, actually (or getting there).
A passport: No.
A horse: No.
A trust fund: No.
Private medical insurance: No.
A college degree, and no outstanding student loans: No.
Shop for non-needed items for yourself (like clothes, jewelry, electronics) at least once a week: Counting things like books? Yes.
Do your regular grocery shopping at high-end or specialty stores: Not always, but sometimes.
Pay someone else to clean your house, do dishes, or launder your clothes (not counting dry-cleaning): No.
Go on weekend mini-vacations: Sometimes.
Send dinners back with every flaw: No.
Wear perfume or cologne: No, I'm allergic.
Regularly get your hair styled or nails done in a salon: No.
Have a job but don't need the money: No. I have a job because I need the money.
Stay at home with little financial sacrifice: No.
Pay someone else to cook your meals: No way!
Pay someone else to watch your children or walk your dogs: No.
Regularly pay someone else to drive you: No.
Expect a gift after you fight with your partner: No.
An only child: No.
Married/partnered to a wealthy person: No.
Baffled/surprised when you don't get your way: Um, used to be... (I was spoiled as a kid! I didn't know it until I was out on my own!)
Been on a cruise: No.
Traveled out of the country: No.
Met a celebrity: Yes.
Been to the Caribbean: No.
Been to Europe: No.
Been to Hawaii: No.
Been to New York: No.
Eaten at the space needle in Seattle: No.
Been to the Mall of America: No.
Been on the Eiffel Tower in Paris: No, but I have been up the one in Vegas! :-D
Been on the Statue of Liberty in New York: No.
Moved more than three times because you wanted to: No.
Dined with local political figures: No, I don't think so.
Been to both the Atlantic coast and the Pacific coast: Yes.
Go to another country for your honeymoon: No. We went camping.
Hire a professional photographer for your wedding or party: No, we haven't had a formal ceremony yet.
Take riding or swimming lessons as a child: Swimming, yes, but I was so young I barely remember.
Have a Sweet 16 birthday party thrown for you: Yeah, sort of.
The other day as I drove to work, I made my usual turn up 56th Street to pass the Tempe Buttes (going up into our office park) and there was a hawk perched on the street lamp above me. I paused to look up at him since I love hawks, and I saw a mockingbird dive-bombing him. The mockingbird looked like a fly attacking a horse from that distance. I thought it was funny. The hawk was just sitting there with that hunched "What's HIS problem?" look.
I just got me speakers for my iPod. They were on sale (with coupon) at CostCo. They're WAY better than the cheapie ones I got for a buck on an eBay auction - they actually recharge as well as play, nice and clear sound.
I can't believe the number of artists I forgot when playing around with that music layout. I may have to add some more, like Jesse Dayton and John Hiatt.
I managed to finish the two reviews I had due yesterday - both new releases from newer independent artists, so hard to find information on them. Rancho Deluxe is a new band out of California who do roots country-rock in a Graham Parsons/Byrds/Flying Burritos style; not surprising, since two of the boys (Jesse Jay & Graham Harris) are sons of Greg Harris, former Flying Burrito picker himself.
I like the new layout on my journal but I need to figure out what font I had before, since I like it better than what's there now. I need to adjust a few colors here and there, but overall I'm happy with it, at least for a while.
More wisdom from Johnny Cash: The rhythms of life on the road are so predictable, so familiar. I've been out here forty years now, and if you want to know what's really changed in all that time, I'll tell you. Back in 1957, there was no Extra Crispy. Other than that, it's all the same.