crazylady's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 9.01.05 Shooting at military helicopters? I don’t get it. Loot all you want, really but what the hell? Of course I certainly don’t understand why, in a time like this, you need 9 pairs of Nikes and an armful of sports jerseys but maybe you just have to be there. I beat the garbage and recycling trucks to the curb again today. Apparently BD has decided he doesn’t have to do ANYTHING around here anymore. My mother makes more and more sense to me everyday. “If I don’t do it who the hell will?” So I was offered a job but it’s during the day and that really won’t work. They have 3rd shift but it doesn’t start until November. With gas prices on the rise I think I’d be losing money paying a sitter and driving to work. Note to self-stop grinding your teeth. Ouch. I think Chupie and I will venture out into the yard today. I still have half a ton of “decorative” rocks to move from the “flowerbeds” into the driveway. It would be much easier if I had a wheelbarrow instead of an empty pickled ginger bucket but then again MacGyver never complained. At some point I need to get to the health food store and buy some nutritional yeast and some flax seeds. I think I’m going to attempt a cleanse in a few weeks. I’m feeling unhealthy and generally (I really wanted to type that General Lee for some reason) yucky. I suddenly have 38 Special stuck in my head. That’s odd. The Best Friend© is coming over tonight so we can make pierogis for the holiday weekend. You know you’re Polish when… Yeah, nothing too exciting really. I need to finish stripping the furnace room door so I can prime it in the next few days. I should also get out the steamer and remove the wallpaper border from Chupies room. We’ll see how far I actually get on that. 11:01 a.m. - 09.01.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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