What Am I Doing Wrong?

You know the old addage: "If life gives you lemons, make lemonaide." Well, it seems lately that I cannot make lemonaide anymore because the lemons are too big to fit in the juicer and I have several marks on my face where they hit me.

I try hard to not let it overflow to my family, but sometimes I am not very successful.

It seems that I am always "a day late and a dollar short", or in my case, thousands short.

Money may be the root of all evil, but lack of money is the root of all depression.

I have this silly dream of wanting to raise my kids in Maine. I don't know why, but I have the overwhealming urge to move there. I have read about it, looked up houses for sale and job markets. People are always asking me why the heck I would want to move there, its too cold, there is no work for me.... I just think it would be a wonderful place to live with my family...where you can have grass in your yard, trees are green...small town America. I guess I am just tired of big city life and 110 degree heat and only two seasons...hot and hotter. But, alas, I don't foresee it coming true. Each year, it seems to be slipping away. I need a telescope now to watch the dream as it shoots towards Pluto on its way out of the solar system toward the black hole at the other end of the Universe.

I guess I could always win the Powerball. Yeah, right. Only rich people win that.