Queen of Rambles

So where are all the trick or treaters? It’s almost 7:30 and we haven’t had a single one yet! Of course, if I lived in this town I wouldn’t take my kids to a crappy apartment complex for the trick or treat action. I’d be out in Georgetown knocking down the doors of the rich and famous. I wonder if you can go trick or treating at the White House? You’d think you’d get some full fledged candy bars there, but you’re probably more likely to get a bullet in the back with all this heightened security.

Speaking of the White House, I can’t believe I never ranted about a show I saw a few weeks ago on the Food Network. It was all about the fabulous food served to the presidents and I couldn’t help but being angry about the blatant waste of tax dollars. I can understand having a fancy spread to impress foreign dignitaries, but do our tax dollars really have to fund the presidents late night snack binges (and this is not a Bush bash, this applies to any president). Does the president really need several five star chefs at his beck and call? I’m sure the White House is Internet equipped. His wife can get her little butt on the ‘net and find new recipes if he’s looking for something different (and I’m not saying the woman should have to cook. It’s just that in my world whoever is not working does the cooking so in this case it would fall to the First Lady). OK, so maybe I am being somewhat ridiculous, but blatant government waste on the backs of millions of unemployed Americans gets me riled up.

I’ve been pretty riled today, but I think I behaved myself pretty well when I marched into the furniture store and demanded a refund. I didn’t even yell. Mike looked slightly uncomfortable, but denied being scared. The employee I was dealing with ducked behind the table and told me he was hiding from me. Am I really that scary? I told him I didn’t hold him personally responsible for his company’s incompetence, but was very frank about why I wanted my money back and told him I would never do business there again. Then he tried to sell me some as is clearance items! We got all our money back without any major vein poppage, so the day was a success.

My real riling comes from my stupid laptop. It has been totally unusable today. I’ve been poking around e-bay and I just don’t know what to do. If I was a dishonest person I’d just turn around and sell it to some poor fool like myself, but I can’t do something like that. I’m a basically good person and such an act would eat at my soul.

Tomorrow is the start of Nano, so I am extremely excited to get started! How am I supposed to do it with a non-functioning computer? I have two hours at work and unless my laptop is reborn I won’t be able to write a single word. I could go the pen and paper route but. . . no. Just no. I want to be able to read it when I’m finished. My hand gets tired writing a check. I don’t think it can handle cranking out a few pages of story.

So I’m trying to be more positive in life. Good things? When I was thirsty in the car I realized I had a gallon of hurricane emergency water in the back seat. It somehow never made it to our safe room, so I got to quench my thirst while looking too cool for words. Wouldn’t you love to be driving down the road and look over and see a woman taking a drink of water out of a big gallon container?

Ok, so I have a lot of other good things in my life. I would list them, but you’d just get jealous. No one better ever think about stealing my man, even if he is an angry meat ball cook!

Here’s an excerpt of a conversation today that shows why my man is so danged cool:

Me: I have no idea what to get you for Christmas!
Mike: Don’t worry, I’ll make you a list?
Me: Aren’t lists for little kids? What’s on your list?
Mike: A new shirt, a tie, some books.
Me: A tie???? A TIE??? How boring is that!?
Mike: Distinguished gentlemen in their middle ages need ties.

Ok, so maybe you had to be there to be amused, but I am still laughing at it.

I really want to change my blog design, but I have zero interest in even trying to work up a new graphic. I’m just not good at that type of thing. Now that I”ve got this bug up my butt I probably won’t be able to get it out of my head till I hack something together and throw it up. That’s some lovely imagery right there, now isn’t it?

I really need to go to bed early tonight. I don’t like this whole “working for money” thing, but at least I get money out of the deal. I’m making more than I made this spring and I’m not nearly as stressed out, so that’s always a good thing. Tonight I decided to utilize my vast intelligence and actually prepare my breakfast, lunch and dinner ahead of time! Now I can just throw some things in the bag, throw stuff in the crock pot and run out the door. Mornings are not my friends.

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