because I wanna write, but I got nothing specific to write about.
I mean, business is picking up on the training end, and yet I go and raise my lesson prices as I had no choice. They’ve been the same for over 2 years now, and the thing is, fuel prices have more than doubled in that two years. And now with all this stupid Ethanol fuel, hay fields are being converted to corn, and corn is being sold to fuel makers instead of to the local feed mills so that it can be made into horse feed; so I’m getting higher costs all the way around. Paying more for diesel, which if you’ve not been paying attention to this blog is a by-product of gasoline production; and then I have to pay more for hay as there is less of it, and it’s got to be trucked in with out of control diesel prices, and horse feed is up, as there is a shortage on corn.
Days like this, when I think about it, really make me wanna choke some fucking congressmen. Yes. I used the F-bomb. It’s the best laid plans of mice and men that often have repercussions beyond the scope of their political glasses or those of their stupid lobbyists.
The memo for higher lesson prices was just sent last night; so we’ll see how many students, if any, I lose. Granted I do have a waiting list of kids dying to get in for lessons, so it might not be so bad.
I thought I had *nothing* to write about. Apparently, I had a lot on my mind. I still do, but it can wait.
Sometimes the F-word is not only appropriate, but necessary.
I’m so telling on you!
You should just do what Kyle does and say it in French. (I still don’t know what the F word in French is but my kid sure does, according to the other kids and parents.)
Seriously Fuck is just a word. Let’s not ASSIGN it power. Fuck fuck fuck.
See? Just a word. Nothing happened.