When I started this blog over two years ago I had high hopes that by this time in my life I'd be a multimillionaire sipping White Russians on some beach in Cabo with my laptop within reach, Juan Carlos the magical foot masseuse doing his thing to my little piggies, some handsome manny keeping my kids occupied with chess and French lessons, my hubby in our beach house doing dishes, and Gary Allan sitting in Kenny Chesney's old blue chair serenading me with some sexy new unrecorded ballad.
Instead I sit here sipping my Folgers coffee in my ugly recliner that doesn't recline in my tiny house in Idaho about 457 miles from the nearest beach wondering why the heck the blinkers in my Tahoe suddenly stopped working.
Yes, tis the glamorous life I lead.
Well dammit all anyway, Keith Urban has blown my work-as-little as possible and still get ahead in the world work ethic out of the water.
Totes unfair.
Keith tells WYCD (interview here), "That's the thing that is most problematic for me right now is this unwillingness to have a work ethic and the ability to access information so quickly makes people think that their ability to achieve something is also meant to be expedited, but it doesn't work that way, it is never gonna work that way and if we are going to build something solid, it's going to be built slowly step by step by step, not only for its solidity but for an understanding of why it is what it is. You know, we get a sense of who we are and there's nothing sweeter than having to work for something, it's a tremendous feeling."
Yeah, yeah, hard work is its own reward, but I'd still rather be sitting in Cabo with Juan Carlos the magical foot masseuse rubbing my feet and Gary Allan singing sweet tunes to me in a private concert on the beach.
Now if you'll excuse me, my coffee needs refilled.