I spend time every week going to every blog I read to catch up on people.
Some of you I know personally. Some of you are on my blogroll because you’re fucking brilliant writers, or because we have something in common like knitting or I just get a good vibe from you. Some of you are just plain old funny, like Dooce and some of the gay blogs I’m addicted to.
I am however quite pissed off at those of you who are so busy living your lives (one assumes) that you don’t update your damn blogs: Bucket, Buzz, Chrispizza, Matt, Keef, .frank – you know who you are!
I am now having to post how you found this site keywords as an image, because when I type things like “naked pussy” into an entry, it just increases some poor porn surfer’s chances of ending up here. (PEOPLE! STOP SURFING FOR PORN WITH MSN SEARCH! THAT SEARCH ENGINE SUCKS! You’ll just end up here, and THERE’S NO PORN HERE!) (Although you’ll be even more likely to end up here tomorrow, since now I’ve typed the word “porn” three, er, FOUR times now. Snort!)
Anyway, my favorite thing in the world: it’s today’s installment of how you found this site.
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God I want to dig up enough cash for tattoos this weekend! Seriously! The last time we went to Chicago, Brett got his famous cartoon tat (of the terrified nail running away from the mean scary hammer) but I got only a simple Japanese character. This time I want this (or maybe this) in the middle of my back. I’ve been wanting to get this tattooed on my body for at least six years now AND THIS IS THE TIME, DAMN IT!
So today I’d like to vent about being broke. Broke, broke, broke. Ugh. I hate it. We’re so cash-poor right now I can’t even explain how cash-poor we are.
Suffice it to say that several bills are excruciatingly late, and I hope they don’t turn off my cell before I get paid on the 16th. And no, I have no idea how we’ll even afford gas to go see Todd this weekend in Chicago, let alone the hotel, food, drinks, and the tattoos we both need.
I guess I shouldn’t bitch; we haven’t been this flat broke in ages. And I’m still only working part-time – it’s not so bad I’ve had to think about another P/T job or anything.
Brett and Jimbo are working a job and are being paid from Canada. They’ve turned in two bills and haven’t seen any payment yet, and when they do it will be in the form of an International money order (which means they’ll probably have to wait a week for the funds to clear before they can actually pay themselves). I suppose I should take some comfort in knowing that Joy is probably feeling quite as broke as I am, since her hubby hasn’t been paid in as long as mine hasn’t!
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This is being sold on eBay. Oh yes, my DH is actually selling something for once! HAPPY DAY!
When I went out to leave for work this morning, the Jeep wouldn’t start.
I had to walk up and down the hill between the house and the barn several times. First to find the charger. (In the barn. Not in the garage or honey house.) Then I had to find an extension cord. (Not in the garage, house, barn, or honey house. In the yard, in a pile.) Then I hooked it all together and plugged the Jeep in, and went inside and watched half of some morning show about well-balanced, clear-skinned virgins with good morals.
The boy, a virgin, asked his friend, a virgin, to double-date with him and the cute new girl, also a virgin. The friend, I believe, was in love with the boy and was pissed at being an extra on a dumb double with some other guy who had no lines. They all looked like they were 25, yet they were playing highschoolers. Dawson’s Creek, I think it was, or some shit.
Anyway. Then I went out and started the Jeep up and drove to work. Got here a freakin’ hour late, damn it.
The reason the battery dies is that I sit in it with the door open a lot, since I’m often too lazy to go find a lawn chair. The dome light kills the battery quite rapidly. I need a new battery, but am and will be too broke to buy one for another month or so.
(After that length of time, my DH assures me, he’ll be working a nicely-paying job and has plans to BUY. A. MOTORCYCLE. He never, ever, EVER stops buying stuff. I am so serious. I’ll be struggling to get my never-to-be-sufficiently-damned credit cards back under control and he’ll be shopping for ANOTHER. FREAKING. BIKE.)
Have I mentioned I want a Mac? (A Mini. And a powerbook. Yum.) Yes, I officially hate Windows now. The opsys I use is five years old, I hate XP too much to use it, and I’m certain the next Windows entry to the opsys world will be another bloatware behemoth. (I’ll keep at least one Windows box to run all my warez on, natch.) OSX, here I come!
Er, here I will come, if my husband ever stops shopping long enough for me to buy new geek equipment!
So far today:
Get up, go back to bed, get back up, herbal tea, work out, laundry, dusting, change sheets, laundry, lunch, wash blankets, dishes, make bread, think about making rhubarb pie then decide making a crust would just be too much of a pain in the ass, lie around aimlessly and read, clean the living room, take out the garbage, laundry.
Now I’m thinking about dinner, and still considering making a pie although I don’t really know if I want the world to know I’d made both bread AND pie in the same day. It seems a little like overkill.
My pits reek, BTW. Working out + housecleaning = stinky Mushlette. But the weather is fucking DIVINE! It’s breezy and balmy and downright freakin’ perfect out, and I love it.
The other day a bird got in the house, and it flapped at each and every window until it found the open door and went back out. I have a set of six tiny, delicate cordials made of Depression glass (you can even see a couple of them here) and I keep them on the kitchen window sill so I can look at them while doing the dishes. The bird knocked every single one to the counter below.
Amazingly, all but one survived.
I just built a little site and since it will be only one blog and one user, I installed the latest version of MT. You know, just for fun. I love it! MT 3.0 rawks!
My mom called. She and my step-Doug are moving to Laramie, WY. In eleven days. How cool is that? I could drive there for Thanksgiving!
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4 random books from my Library!
