never trust a big butt and a smile (obeetaybee) wrote,
never trust a big butt and a smile
obeetaybee

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.My computers at home are still broken. Wah, woe, wah, wah, wah. The only upshot of this fact is I've been going to bed much, much earlier and I've actually tackled a few of the 100 or so books sitting on my to be read shelf. Last night I started the The Haunting of Alaizabel Cray and if you like books with a darkly Gothic theme set in an alternative London during the late 19th century, this book is for you. I'm only 43 pages into it, but suitably intrigued enough to go on. Besides, it has FOG and GAS LIGHTS and CREEPY things that lurk in the DARK! Just up my alley.

..The other book I'm attempting this weekend is 1776 by James McCullough. I just finished A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon last weekend and I am most interested in the Revolutionary War now. Besides, living in the area I do, a hop skip and a jump away from Washington's Crossing Park, there is so much Revolutionary War history right at my fingertips. (Laura, you know what I'm talking about. The houses! Those beautiful houses with their stone facades and deep doorways. *sigh* One of these days I WILL will the lottery and be able to buy one of those restored houses. I will! I will!

(Scott and I drove past Bowman's Tower last weekend on our way to Upper Black Eddy, PA and we both decided we needed to bring the kids back again go back and explore.)

...I have not been doing my duty as a mother very well. Last evening Ash was talking to my mother on the phone and she accidently hit the flash button with her chin. "Oh, no! I lost her!" she cried.

"Do you hear a dial tone?" I asked.

She turned to me, her eyes wide. "What's a dial tone? I don't know what a dial tone is! I'm only nine!"

Oh boy, my young Jedi has much, much to learn. Give her another year or so and she'll know about dial tones so much I'll have to resort to using my cell phone as she'll constantly be on the house phone.

....Tomorrow is the 1st annual 'throw all the toys away upstairs they never ever play with day'. The children, I am sure will NOT be amused. But I will!

......I never ever would have imagined it would still be so hard, this not smoking thing. There are some days I want a cigarette so freaking bad I want to tear my own hair out. (alright, so it's not that bad, but whatever, you get the idea.) Almost five months later and I still think about smoking at least 20 times a day. Sometimes I like to think I would be strong enough to handle one or two a day, but I know I'd be back to smoking full time before the year was out if I did that and then I would just let so many people down, including myself.

.......I had the most surreal conversation with my father this morning about anti-depressants and psychiatrists and therapists. Seems I had some advice to give him for once, seeing as I'm the family expert on the crazy.

Any well, that's it for now.

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