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Pkin Almost Killed Me

Alright, maybe I'm kinda exaggerating just little bit.  It was very dark, the road was very bumping and cut by previous flash fluids.  And I was very frightened that the trailer and gigantic van would get stuff in mud or worse.  And I was hungry too.  You all know how poorly I do when I'm hungry, we all are at our worst when tired and hungry.  Did I mention that I was tired too?

I have a copy of the GPS map of Pkin's manuverings.  You'd be scared too.

The Open Road

Pkin and I are heading to the open road.  Apparently Rosey wanted some freedom of her own as well.  She's staying with Gramma over the weekend and last night she jumped the fence and scared the behind-the-house neighbors.  Gramma had to drive around the block and pick her up at 3 AM.  Gramma sounded tired this morning.  Apparently Steve was barking and barking about Rosey but it took the babysitters a while to figure out the code.

While Rosey is cooling her heels, Pkin is taking me to the wilderness.  You should have seen the look on his face when I asked, "When are we stopping for lunch?"  I don't think we will be.  I have crackers and water near me; and I don't think I'll share with him.

Stay tuned for more exciting adventures, probably from Rosey, Steve and Gramma.

Happy Pi Day

Every great constant deserves to be celebrated.  Today is Pi Day!  Yippee.  Calculate some circumference for me.

http://www.piday.org/

Stuff for a Wednesday

I'm getting the roof of my mouth transplanted to my gum.  It's a long story, it must have a technical name, and it's not supposed to be too painful - which translated from "Doctor" means it will hurt like hell.  This all happens on Friday.  I need to pick up drugs, oh, I mean preparatory pharmaceuticals, today or tomorrow.

It's beginning to look like Spring, on a calendar, and all the fashion things are coming out with colors.  And linen.  I love the look of linen, for the half second before it wrinkles all over you.  Just this Monday I gave a pair of perfectly good pants to VVA.  Someone else can enjoy the coolness of the nubby fabric against their butt and thighs. 

So one day it's all gloom and doom and now it's all gloom and doom about the silliness of fashion.  What is a girl to do!?  I really do need a hobby other than Pogo and reading the newspaper comics.  Knitting didn't do it, dead work as well.  Pkin wants me to find a hobby that will grow into a business so that he can stop working.  And in my dreams, I imagine Pkin working from dawn 'til dusk supporting me in a style I want to grow accustomed to.  We all have our wishes.

What is your Wednesday like?

Things I'm Bothered About

I wanted to write "pissy" about but that was too yucky sounding by "bothered" seems so mild.  My pants button in hanging off and not holding anything.  Hot and sour soup, after a weekend in the fridge, gets hotter, sourer and less opaque.  I like opaque in my soup, it makes it feel like I'm eating a cream soup.  I'm getting a head cold unless I can fight it off.  It's almost time for my next cold pill.  I'm taking them now rather than waiting for full-blown symptoms.  And I'm dealing with Flexible spending and doctors' offices.  Meanwhile the dollars are out there and I'm not earning measly interest.

There's also work stuff - blah!  But I am employed, have good benefits, a decent commute, etc.

My Moment

It happened at 8:50 PM last night.  As I was reading the newspaper, feet up on the ottoman, my belly felt so big and ungainly.  Even when I held it in, it just moved the slightest amount and my waistband grabbed at the flesh. 

Today I've eaten 5 points for breakfast, and 10 points for lunch.  I have 12 remaining for dinner, which can be the other half of my Subway sandwich or something else that is sensible. 

Oh, and I walked to Subway and took the long way back.  It's a little thing but a different thing.  Send your positive thoughts my way.

21st Century Living

If you aren't planning for the worst than you're just being ignorant.  Yes, enjoy your life, enjoy good times, good friends, good food, and whatever else makes you happy that doesn't harm others, but realize that this world is not and will never be the same. 

Decapitations are happening less than 300 miles from where I sit now.  People are losing good jobs, with formerly solid companies, every day.  Institutions that made up the stock market will fall off the big board any second.  I pray that there will be a miracle but I can't see one on the horizon.  

I remember my Grandmother with rubber bands on her door knobs because you just couldn't afford to waste anything.  She'd eat rusted, wilted, almost inedible lettuce because almost is not the same as rotted and you might not know where the next meal is coming from.  When I knew her she didn't have to worry but growing up poor and hungry doesn't leave you, even when you're living in a two-story home with two indoor bathrooms and heat.

With a depression looming I wish my survivor grandparents where alive to share with us how they did it.  Today we're too soft; it will be tough times.  Thank goodness I have some padding; it will last me through some lean times I hope.

Up Betimes

I can't not think of Samuel Pepys:

Social Networking, Bah Humbug

I finally get Twitter and Facebook accounts and now the systems are "compromised."  There's so much talk about the bad part of these networks, from identify theft to just mean people being very bad. 

My Dad stays away from all things computer, but he frequently asks others to look things up for him.  It's not like he's Amish or Mennonite or anything like that, he's just plain old weird.  But he's never had to close a bank account because of a questionable online purchase that went amok (not me but someone I know) or had to track the Book of the Month dates closely to figure out when to cancel the subscription without penalty (me.)

I must admit that my paper and pencil skills are poorer than before the Internet.  My handwriting sucks too.  And I have fewer live friends now than when I was non-PC.  Interesting things to think about.

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