Rumor Control

Ahh, the beauty of whisper down the lane. I have always enjoyed this game in the silly sense, you know, where you start off by saying you had the best bacon omelette at the newest breakfast nook, and by the time the words go full circle, you have had a passionate affair with the owner of the restaurant on a bed made of the world’s finest bacon strips. When we returned last week for the wedding festivities, I found myself intertwined in a personal game of whisper down the lane. Information passed from one friend to another managed to morph and bend into a barely discernible picture of my everyday reality; skewed perceptions of how Butterfinger and I live our lives.

1) I heard you guys live in a van by a river.

This was by far my favorite! At first I thought the friend who was relaying this tale of my wild, nomadic existence by an unnamed river was being facetious, but turns out, he was as serious as a heart attack. I can only postulate that this rumor somehow was born from the fact that we gave up our house a few months ago, and have since moved the contents of a 5 bedroom house into a 12 x 12 bedroom and 10 x 10 office space. There is some truth to this rumor. We do own a van, and we have often spoken about how easy it would be to live out of said van. The new place we are living is close to a body of water. While it may not be a river, it is liquid in composition, and is close enough to the house that it could be considered ‘by’ our residence. Sorry to disappoint, but presently we are not parked on a riverbank living out of an automobile, although I would not put it out of the realm of possibility.

2) Someone told me that Butterfinger is crazy.

Crazy, much like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Some people would consider it crazy to quit your easy, boring, office job, give up your financial security, and try your hand at entrepreneurship. Others will classify people with different values than their own, and an unique way of both interpreting and seeking out information, as crazy. Some will even go so far to say that those among us choosing to go against the popular opinion and readily accepted information are conspiracy theorists, thus automatically qualifying them as crazy. If the previous statements fit into your personal definition of crazy, than Butterfinger has most certainly gone off the deep end.

3) Word is that you guys foreclosed on your house.

Yup, this one is 100 percent true. We really could not see the point of spending 5k a month on a mortgage for a house in disrepair, on the outskirts of the city, in a declining neighborhood, especially since our hearts were not in it. After weighing our options we decided to let the house go, take the hit to our credit, and move on with our lives.

4) Well if you do not have a “real” job you must not do anything all day.

I invite anyone who perceives this rumor to be true to come out and spend some time with me. To make sure you are up to date, I spend about 80 percent of my waking hours writing content for various outlets. Presently, I am consumed with writing content for my own websites [two of which are doing very well - http://rcivip.com (timeshare) and http://dogkneeinjury.com (canine cruciate injuries)], and doing some freelance writing on the side. I used to spend two hours every day just commuting back and forth to work, now, I spend that time taking the dogs for a walk or researching new material (my newest favorites are the teachings of Manly P. Hall). I also do a bit of secret shopping and volunteer work with the Pit Bull Rescue San Diego.

So… I am not sure if after reading all that I am better or worse off than you may have thought, and really, it does not matter. I had an eye-opening and amusing time being told all of the tales of strange, and slightly psychotic, behaviors Butterfinger and I have been unleashing onto the world; in some odd way, it is actually flattering. All I want to put out there is that I am more than happy to share my life with all of you, and if anything ever comes up that seems strange or completely impossible, just ask me!