Pog's Regrets and Mistakes

Thanks to everyone who put in their 2 cents about my poetry anthology. I got the damn thing in, realized on the day, when I saw everyone else's, that I got the assignment totally wrong. By that time it was too late, and I couldn't give a monkey's ass. So, its in and I haven't received a grade for it but that is not the point of me doing this class anyway, for the grades I mean. I am hoping to be discovered, if you must know why I am putting myself through this annoyance of weekly classes and homework assignments. So far, I haven't been discovered. I live in hope.

But what I really want to talk about are regrets and mistakes. It is an unfortunate segway, lest you think that one of my mistakes was going back to school. It isn't. I don't think furthering an education is ever truly a mistake...unless of course you are going for you MBA or to be a certified accountant. :-) Friends don't let friends become certified accountants. Here is my list thus far:


1. Buying a white, berber carpet - Oh man! What a nightmare. The professional cleaner is coming on Tuesday to try to sort out some of this mess. I can't totally blame the state it is in on the dog, although he certainly had his part to play. This carpet is the reason that I started thinking about regrets and mistakes. Everytime I step on it, I think of my folly.

2. Buying a volkswagon and using it for off roading - say what you will about German engineering. Praise them to Mount Olympus if you want to. Fine. All I can say is that if you drive them anywhere other than the Autobahn, you are going to pay. And pay big! Stuff is just falling off this car and I never get out of the shop for under $1000.

3. Getting my hair cut on Monday - I know, I know, it will grow back but I have to live with it until then.

4. Wasting 7 euro and 50 cents to see Babel - I don't know about the rest of you but it had to be one of the worst, pretentious, yet said nothing about anything, movies I have seen in a while. Can anyone explain to me, and give me a plausable explanation please, why they just didn't take the tour bus to the nearest hospital? Could it have been more dangerous to drive 4 hours in a bus that have a Moroccon vet sew her up with a burnt needle and black thread - without anestesia? And why did we have the Tokyo story at all? What was the point? I think it was supposed to say something about the collective human condition and it just failed miserably. In my humble opinion.

5. The moment of lapsed sanity when I said, "No, don't call a cab. I'll drive you." - Now I have to do it.