Disposable Monday #3

When it runs low there will be less splashing out.

Saving Money. It's so important these days to do it effectively just to be able to keep your head above the water. Now more than ever it seems since money, much like water, seems to flow in the same direction; back to where it came from. It merely passes through the fingers allowing you to keep only what you need at the time. It is a delicate balance that needs to be maintained. Keep too much of it and the ocean has less to give and there is going to be a drought. If the ocean doesn't let it go, there is going to be a drought. The ocean needs the river as much as the river needs the ocean. So what happens when the river runs low and the ocean does not want to let go? 

The Real Top 10.

Previously on I am The Wolfman; I had decided to make a post about a top ten list but I wanted to make the post more interesting than the usual top ten list fare that you might find on a personal bloggers blog page. I had gone through several ideas of what to make a list of but none of them were what I wanted to make a blog post about. During the process however I had been able to determine what it is that I wanted to do with the blog post and what I didn't want to do with it. I came to a conclusion after much deliberation that I feel will be fun, enjoyable and informative for all to read and I know that I will enjoy writing it.
So, now it is time for the gripping conclusion!

The School Bell.

It's Wednesday 12th September and I'm on my way to pick up The Bear from school. He started school just last week and is very excited about his new school. He likes his school uniform and his school bag and books and p.e. kit. Today will be the second time that I have collected him from school. I have had to take half a day off from work to be able to pick him up. I took him to school for the first time last week on Thursday. For the first 2 weeks he is attending only half days in order for him to become accustomed to the new environment of actual schooling. At first I found this to be bizarre as I was of the opinion that if he is going to school then he should just go to school and get on with it from day one but my opinion quickly changed after the walk to school with him on that first day.

Yahtzee

Presented with a challenge by the Numberphiles, my son and I embark upon a long and arduous journey. With the odds stacked against us, preparations completed and precautionary measures in place, we bravely take the first step on this voyage into the unknown.
Now, I say "unknown" but what I actually mean is "known". The entire task was known, as were the odds. The only unknown quantity were the results of the exercise.

Read on after the jump to find out what I'm on about....

Disposable Monday #2

Another Monday morning and I find myself waking up alive regardless of how hard I wished last night. Dragging myself out of bed to face the world on a Monday again does not get any easier. The Monday morning blues is almost tangible, as if it were a thick fog that I can't see past. The normal morning routine seems so much harder and putting on shoes to leave the house is almost enough to cause actual physical pain. Once they are on, I pause for a moment to allow opportunity for actual lightning to strike or perhaps a meteor. Neither happens so I grab my keys and go. The walk to the bus stop feels like wading through waist deep water all the way. Maybe I need one of those great motivational quotes to turn my frown upside down.

Disposable Monday. #1

As with most things, pleasant or unpleasant, they have a beginning, a middle and an end. Typically, Monday is not only the beginning of something unpleasant but also the end of something pleasant. The start of the working week is a weekly event that is universally despised by the majority of the clock punching public. But it's got to start somewhere I guess and we all love to hate it. A Monday moan is a weekly tradition as much as Sunday lunch is. If only Monday was as disposable as the rest of modern life has become.

Tell the princess.....

In a moment of despair and hopelessness I wrote this poem. As ridiculous and nonsensical as it may appear, it does have some amount of meaning.