School is out, and Romeo and Juliette are keeping my computer running hot.
They’re on Skype all the time.
I could move them to the children’s computer, but that webcam wasn’t cheap, and anything that wanders to that side of the room never wanders back in one piece.
I’d rather sacrifice my computer and my computer time to keep the webcam whole and usable.
I do miss my computer though.
CA hasn’t been to school yet.
She arrived right in time for their Thanksgiving break.
Her uncle enrolled her in a private Christian school, so there was a lot to do to get her in.
I’m hoping once she actually starts school, her uncle won’t allow her to be on the phone and on Skype with Heron as much as she is now.
I’d like my computer back.
So Turkey Eve.
Thanksgiving is going to be really low key this year.
Just me, Cowboy, and three of the kids.
It’s also Cowboy’s birthday, so our menu will be a birthday menu, not a Thanksgiving menu, which makes it easier on me.
We’ll have a chicken casserole, mashed potatoes, and green beans. I
’m wanting to make him some no‑bake cookies and a cheesecake.
We’ll see on that.
I say three of the kids because Raven and I had an argument on Sunday, and he stomped off to KS’s house.
They’re in Florida, so he has their house to himself, and he won’t text, call, visit, nothing.
Adjusting to having Raven back home isn’t going smooth.
He was only gone four months, but he changed in those short months.
I’d almost swear boot camp made him twice as aggressive as he was before.
I had my annual physical today.
I’m hoping my blood platelet count is back up.
He said I’ve only gained seventeen pounds in a year, which I told him felt more like thirty.
Now I have to wait on the results, which I hate.
If something has gone wrong with my inners, I’d like to know soon.
Badger said I embarrassed her to death.
Humph.
She was embarrassed?
I was embarrassed.
I hate closed doors.
Long story behind that.
They wanted a urine sample.
We’re on the third floor, only one way into that bathroom.
What if the door got stuck?
I’d be stuck forever.
So I had Badger come in and stick her little foot in the door, and the bathroom is in the blood lab, so the blood lady also stood in front of the door so no one could see in.
They didn’t get a sample today.
I don’t pee in front of people.
Geez Louise.
I brought a cup home so next year I can just bring my cup back and not have to pee in their bathroom.
I finally got to Aldi, but we won’t be going back.
It wasn’t where Google Maps or MapQuest said it was supposed to be.
The honest truth is we got lost.
As we were trying to find our way out of Powell, we stumbled on it.
Hidden way back.
We about passed it.
I got kitty litter a lot cheaper than Walmart or Food City, and I picked up a casserole cheap for Cowboy to take to his family reunion this weekend, and I found some cranberry sauce really cheap.
If I’d been sure Cowboy’s paycheck had gone through, I’d have done more shopping, but I wasn’t sure, so I went light.
Badger thought the quarter for a shopping cart was cool.
It’s a neat little store.
I just wish it had been where they said it was.
Powell is too far to drive to.
Cowboy was sputtering about the wrong information.
I told him don’t blame me, blame Aldi.
Apparently they’re not quite sure what city they’re in.
I’ve cleaned the house all day.
Literally woke up at six and started cleaning.
I don’t know why I’m bothering.
We never have guests in, but I cleaned anyway.
I turned my desk around so Heron could watch TV while talking to CA and cleaned it off.
It’s the house dumping ground for some reason.
The place looks pretty good if I do say so myself.
So many of the kids I graduated with complain about insomnia.
I have no trouble sleeping at night, but my eyes pop open between five and six every day.
Doesn’t matter if I go to bed at two.
I’m up at five or six.
My mind starts racing as soon as my eyes open, and there’s no going back to sleep.
My great aunt could live on three or four hours of sleep, so maybe it’s an age thing.
I’d rather be up with the chickens than not be able to sleep at night.
We had a bit of excitement tonight.
CA told us the birds couldn’t fly.
We’ve had them about two or three weeks, and they’ve done nothing but flop around in the cage.
Maybe a short fly from the perch to the water bowl, but nothing that made us think they could make long trips.
So I opened the cage door to feed them, and dang if they didn’t dive bomb me.
Naturally I screamed like a sissy girl and started grabbing dogs.
Heron liked to never have caught those birds.
At one point they got into Sally’s cage and were pecking at her butt.
I now have a scared guinea pig.
They can fly.
Oh believe me, they can fly.
Badger freaked out.
“Mom, they’re going for my face.”
I said no, I think they think that ratty head of yours is a nest.
They dive bombed us until Heron got the boy in a hat and slapped him in the cage.
Once he was caught, the girl wasn’t so feisty, and he finally trapped her.
I reduced their price on Craigslist.
Someone had better buy them before they escape and Rocky has wings on the go.
Furry critters. I only like furry critters.
I think it’s time Badger and I settle down and watch a movie before bed.
It’s time to shut down my old batteries.
It’s been an active day.
I’m sure she’ll choose “Megamind.”
She’s hung up on “Megamind.”
She’s watched that thing every single night since Comcast started running it.
She’s driving us all crazy. I swear we have it memorized now, but whatever floats her boat.
At least it keeps her occupied.
No comments:
Post a Comment