This last week I almost expired. I paced the floor. I pulled on my hair constantly. I cleaned. I know! I bathed my dogs. I did all the laundry in the house all in one day. (Which if you know me at all, you know that that is a miracle). I mowed the lawn. I rearranged the back yard. Sounds weird, but it CAN be done.
As I write this I am smelling gravy. Not the crappy, white gravy that you can get on the never the less tasty biscuits and gravy at Dari-Mart, but the yummy brown gravy that you used to get at school on the instant mashed potatoes.
I am using the free wi-fi at Shari's. Thank God for Shari's. Except that I have four bucks to my name and I am pretty sure that the coffee I am going to drink gallons of because of free refills is three.
I have found that being without Internet access at home is damn hard. I am spoiled. I need to have instant access to the information highway at all times. And that is all there is to it!
I had to actually look up something in a phone book yesterday. Yes, I said phone book. That is after I found one. Every year, sometimes twice a year, we receive four to five phone books on our door step. All by different companies. I recycle all but one, and use the last one to use as fire-starter. But yesterday I had to scrounge around the Hubby's man-room to find one that I knew he had stashed. Apparently he wanted to keep it because he liked the picture on the front. Pack-rats can be handy sometimes.
Unfortunately it was from 2003, and not as helpful as I had hoped. So I said "fuck-it" and figured I didn't need the number that bad and went out and had a small fire in the ol' fire-pit while sipping a medicinal glass of wine.
I now cannot get this song out of my head!
As I write this I am smelling gravy. Not the crappy, white gravy that you can get on the never the less tasty biscuits and gravy at Dari-Mart, but the yummy brown gravy that you used to get at school on the instant mashed potatoes.
I am using the free wi-fi at Shari's. Thank God for Shari's. Except that I have four bucks to my name and I am pretty sure that the coffee I am going to drink gallons of because of free refills is three.
I have found that being without Internet access at home is damn hard. I am spoiled. I need to have instant access to the information highway at all times. And that is all there is to it!
I had to actually look up something in a phone book yesterday. Yes, I said phone book. That is after I found one. Every year, sometimes twice a year, we receive four to five phone books on our door step. All by different companies. I recycle all but one, and use the last one to use as fire-starter. But yesterday I had to scrounge around the Hubby's man-room to find one that I knew he had stashed. Apparently he wanted to keep it because he liked the picture on the front. Pack-rats can be handy sometimes.
Unfortunately it was from 2003, and not as helpful as I had hoped. So I said "fuck-it" and figured I didn't need the number that bad and went out and had a small fire in the ol' fire-pit while sipping a medicinal glass of wine.
I now cannot get this song out of my head!
