Month: January 2003

I’m headed out, big bag of Ruffles in hand. Someone tells me there’s some kind of football game going on this evening…

Got my plans for tonight. This year is going to be much less exciting than last year, I mean, last year WE WON. That really improves the game boatloads.

My contribution to the party at my sister’s house is chips and dip. Can you believe that until I called there might not have been any at this shindig? And she calls herself an American!

It’s going to be 30 today, so I’m going to look for some shorts and a t-shirt. Actually, I’m only half kidding. Yesterday I went to get the mail without a coat on for the first time in 2-3 weeks. (I normally do this. If nothing else, it wakes me up.) You just cannot understand what it does for your mood to have it be any warmer at all after the past couple of weeks. To be happy about 30 degrees is just too funny.

Zoinks, that virus/worm thingy really did a number on my DSL service earlier this morning. I think I’m back…at least for a little while, right? Sheesh, that was unpleasant. Oh, the angst!

More angst, you say? Um, the only bottle of Diet Pepsi in the house is flat. FLAT I TELL YOU! I have a caffeine headache because I’m out of half and half, and the cup of tea didn’t cut it. So I just drank a glass of flat diet soda (which had an expiration date of 5 days ago.) ANGST! I should have used the soda to wash down some Tylenol, actually.

So why don’t I just buy some half and half, you ask? Well, because I’m “between cash” right now. I’ve got two checks due in from BirchBark work I completed last week, and I know one got mailed today. But even when it gets here it won’t be available to me for what, 2 days? Anyway, my new unemployment claim still hasn’t been processed. It’s been two weeks, and I haven’t heard from anyone as to whether or not I a)qualify, b) what the benefits will be. I’m actually very very nervous about this. I wasn’t going to lay any REAL angst on you guys, but right now I’m completely consumed with trying to figure out little things like how to pay for a refill on my thyroid medication. Ahhh, I remember the good old days when I was employed full-time and being worried about something like this was inconceivable.

Next thing that gets cut from the budget is going to have to be my DSL service. You don’t even want to be here when that happens, let me tell you. The day I do that, I’ll have to turn this page black in mourning.

Other than that, it’s a blue sky day, the birds are ACTUALLY eating from my birdfeeder…first time in weeks I’ve seen them do that. I don’t think they like the seed I have in there, they seem to waste a LOT of it. But replacing it with something they like is very very low on the list of priorities. Silly birds.

Here’s the note from the maker of my dish scrubby sponge:

“Please be advised that the product you described has been discontinued and

is no longer available for purchase. We are sorry for any inconvenience

that this causes you.”

Time to drink myself into a stupor. I can’t live without these scrubbies! DO YOU UNDERSTAND??!!!

I decided I want to be trendy and popular today, so I’m going to jump into the fray and comment on the Bloggies. Those are awards giving out to blogs, sort of like the Emmy Awards, except Price Waterhouse isn’t in charge of the voting. They probably should be, given all the nonsense about them being fixed.

It’s not surprising. It’s almost impossible to have any kind of contest on the web without SOMEONE figuring out how to cheat and stuff the ballot box for their favorite entry. Even people with deep pockets have had contests mucked up this way. Popularity contests are like that.

But regardless, I’ve been a web presence since 1996, and I’ve YET to even make the first level of nominations. Never been narrowed down to semi-finalists. Ditto finalists. Ditto winner. I know, I know, it shouldn’t matter. But it does. I wanna be a web deity. Is that so wrong?

Looks like maybe I don’t have enough angst to be trendy and popular. Apparently being an unemployed, broke, single mom isn’t enough if you don’t bitch and moan about it every day. But if I did, that would be a fake “me”. I’m just not full of angst (not every day, anyway). And I don’t actually want to be perceived that way, even if it would get me a bloggie award. So there.