We Are Still Worth The Same

(Imagine the crumpling/mutilating of a $20 Bill)
So often in our lives, we are crumpled, trampled, ill-treated,
and yet,despite all of that, we are still worth the same.
-Paulo Coelho
'Like The Flowing River'

I was sent this 'Jewish Mother' joke yesterday from a friend in Las Vegas, Nevada.
It made me chuckle a bit.

JEWISH MOTHER

A Jewish woman says to her mother, "I'm divorcing Norm! All he wants is anal sex, and my asshole is now the size of a 50 cent piece when it used to be about the size of a nickel."
Her mother says, "You're married to a multi- millionaire businessman, you live in an 8 bedroom mansion, you drive a Ferrari, you get $2,000 a week allowance, you take 6 vacations a year and you want to throw all that away over 45 cents?"

Twenty-five years ago today:

April 13, 1984
Friday

I telephoned Chris Cordellos during my first break. He seemed 'bummed out' once again.
"I may drive or fly down this weekend," Chris said with an inspiring high-hope pitch in his voice.
We did not speak very long but we had enough minutes to share 'Happy Anniversary' greetings. It has been three months today (January 13th) since we met at the San Francisco I-BEAM night club.

I accompanied Helen, Tony and Michelle for a walk during lunchtime. I had a delicious lemon yogurt. I continue to tease or flirt with Michelle about her fashionable taste in clothes. She is sweet.

I telephoned Chris Cordellos during my afternoon break but he was not home.
PHOTO: 1984-Self-Portrait, Michael Joe Armijo

Oh yeah! David Vigil, my co-worker, had his job transfer accepted to the Business Marketing Service Center in San Francisco. I had just submitted my transfer requests last Monday, April 9th, so I am wondering what my chances are. Barbara Reynolds tells me that the Placement Center representative had told her that there were

After work I skedaddled away on my bicycle. I met Michael Miller and his sister, Sue near Shoreline Drive. The three of us rode around Alameda together, chatting on about our latest happenings. Sue is in the market for a new car purchase. Michael Miller was acting his usual "questionable self" as his eyes shifted here and there. I wonder what he is thinking at times.

I returned home to eat a tuna sandwich with crisp potato chips dinner when the telephone rang at 7:30PM. It was Chris Cordellos.
"Here's the scoop," Chris said, "I want to come down but I am in sort of a predicament because I may have Barbara tagging along."
I could tell Chris was not thrilled about the idea. The phone call was quick. He simply wanted to give me a quick update on what was going on if he decides to come down. He promised to call back tomorrow with more information.

It was a Friday night but I didn't go out tonight. I don't have any money to go out anyway. It's all for the best. I need not spend during this time of debt. I am still debating on the date with Tammy Duhr tomorrow night.

By 9:30PM I was dozing off during the middle of a DALLAS television episode. It was time to go to bed.