Month: June 2003

That whole wireless router thingy we discussed earlier this month (or last month)? Not a waste of money. At all. Here I sit on my deck, under my umbrella that I don’t need anymore because the sun is now safely behind the house. I’ve got a snack, my laptop, my mouse, and the wind in my hair. It’s an absolutely perfect day – shorts, my sexy sandels (as opposed to the ones I wear when I need to actually walk around for more than 10 minutes) and I’m live on the internet baby. See, I can now enjoy the day and be productive at the same time. If I didn’t have this wireless connection I’d be out here reading a Jude Deveraux book, but instead I’m finishing up one of the last freelance projects on my desk. It’s win-win, really. Except the breeze in my hair makes me want to fall asleep, and part of me wants to know why it only took 10 minutes to go from 50% of my battery to 6%. Oh well, I’ve got a plug out here, so we’re good.

My only complaint, actually, is that I’m not used to this whole working think yet, and I just realized now (6:30 on sunday) that I need to do laundry if I plan to actually wear clothes tomorrow. Geez, that was never a problem when I was unemployed and lived in jeans. Also, still need to buy a few more pairs of pants, which will also help the situation.

I just remembered what it was I wanted to tell you. Earlier today I was doing a little bit of yard work, trimming the grass manually (I hate my weed-wacker) and I thought “Oh, I should dump the water out of the empty sandbox” because I was afraid it would be a breeding ground for disease-bearing mosquitos.

They would be the least of my worries, because there was a dead chipmunk floating in the water. Oh my GOD I wasn’t expecting THAT. Yeesh. He’s gone to a better place now…sort of to the left of the shed and about 15 feet back in the underbrush. Thank GOD Junior didn’t spot him before I did…

The current Terror Alert Level is:

And I can’t remember what it was. What was it? And when did I think of it? Dang. I think it was Junior-related. Something funny, I’m sure.

So I went to Kohls to try to pick up some of those pants that I like, and they didn’t carry them. At all. Not a one. And they only carried one brand of pantyhose. What’s up with that, anyway? I mean, I need some pantyhose, I need some pants, and they were useless, because this brand of pantyhose wouldn’t work for me. I was on the cusp between two sizes. Heck, almost between three sizes because of my height. How can I buy a pair that might be too small if I buy one size or too large if I buy the other? I don’t have money to throw away on pantyhose that doesn’t fit. Sheesh.

So I guess I’ll be going back to JC Penny at some point this week.

Oh, and I’m watching Adaptation. Odd movie. But that’s the whole point. The whole point is that it’s a movie about how odd a movie it is. I don’t want to spoiler anything, but if you’ve seen it, can I say the scene that explains why he doesn’t have any teeth is one of the most upsetting things I’ve ever seen on film. [updated a little later: No wait, I change that. More disturbing was the scene that directly followed when John’s gun went off. Maybe I should just finish watching the movie, because it certainly did get pretty interesting pretty quickly.]

I’m up. Got my second dose of medicine in my system, and not a moment too soon. Did someone smash me in the face with a brick while I was sleeping? Cause I’m pretty sure my cheekbones and my teeth were hit by something REALLY hard. I’m glad I have a couple of days to kind of chill out. I may even watch some TV this weekend, and I haven’t done that in a long while.

Other than that, it looks like there’s a struggle outside between good and evil, er, I mean, sun and rain. It was supposed to pour today, which is probably why the line at Blockbuster last night was 20 people deep (no lie), but it’s not raining now, and even looks like it’s brightening up.

Cross your fingers…