I have 620 points!
I joined some stupid website that offers points like green stamps, you save up the points and then redeem them for something of value. The lowest priced thing on the site is a 5 dollar coupon for Burger King. If you buy something, you get a lot of points but if you don't, you get 5 points for reading the email. I've opened a bunch of emails, each for 5 points just so that I could get that stupid 5 dollar coupon. They have better coupons for nicer restaurants but it'd takes months to get them instead of weeks like this one. I get about 3 or 4 emails a day so I should get that 5 bucks some time this month. I think I'll get a bunch of Whopper Jr.s with that, oh, and an order of onion rings. I have 620 points toward the Whopper's after about a month of opening emails everyday.
I love coupons. Back when I was a housewife with young children, I made a hobby out of clipping coupons and sending away for rebates. The hallway closet was devoted to my collection of coupons and rebate forms. I would save them up and take them all to the grocery store at the same time, getting a hundred dollars worth of groceries for 13 bucks. That was fun.
I still go shopping where they have double coupon day and I keep a supply of basic coupons in my car. I drove to Virginia once and took the other car so I didn't have my coupons when I saw a store that had TRIPLE coupons! I was so annoyed that I didn't have my coupons.
Now it's usually not worth having a coupon unless it's doubled because the name brands cost so much more. They came out with that hideous generic stuff in black and white labels as to cut down on packaging back in the 80's and it pretty muched killed the rebate business. That food was truly no good. I bought their tuna once and it was the wrong thing to go cheap on. Bad tuna is pretty bad. Bad coffee creamer won't hurt a person, but bad tuna can do some serious damage. Actually, I can't think of any fish that I would want to get all cheap on. Mrs. Paul's is as cheap as I would go on fish.
I went to that alcoholic class last night. I asked the probation officer if I could just go to AA meetings instead and she said "No." so I went to this thing and it turned out to be nothing but an AA meeting. I really can't imagine what other kind of group class you could have. AA and it's tenets are pretty much the standard treatment. It was sort of uncomfortable.
I felt very funny being there, like I was intruding on them. The place that I went to also houses homeless men so a lot of them were there, obviously just back from prison or something like that. I got the idea that the place was a bit of a halfway house. The men would all stand up and tell everyone what they were going through. Some of them became awfully dramatic, a few cried. I can't repeat anything that was said in there but it was very intense.
On top of the painful setting, I didn't have my glasses so I couldn't see any faces. I could never tell who was speaking or whether or not anyone was making eye contact with me. If I have to go for 6 months, I would think that sooner or later I'll make friends there. I just hope that it isn't someone who was in prison for stalking.
I had a stalker once. I knew he was out there but I never knew where. I bought a gun back then for protection and learned out to shoot it. It was a 357, 4 inch barrel and I learned to shoot it pretty well. I remember when I bought the gun, all they checked was the bank account that I wrote the check on. If my check was good, so was I. I don't believe in much gun control but I do think that they should at least make sure that I'm not a felon or someone else who isn't supposed to have a gun. I never had to shoot anyone so that gun was a huge waste of money. I didn't even get to fire the thing outside of firing place (who's name I cannot recall at this point in time).
Damn, I'm getting old and I can see my brain slowing down, isn't that annoying? Not like Alzheimer's, just a bit forgetful. I can see that I'll be a crazy old lady if I ever get old. I'm not sure what old is, I guess it's 20 years more than you are at any given time. I remember being a young nurse in a cancer unit and I had a patient who came in and out quite a bit who I liked a lot. We became quite close. Her name was Joyce and she was 44 when she died. I remember thinking that she had lived a long life and thinking that she was old when she died. She was younger when she died than I am now. I don't want to go just yet, I don't feel terribly old.
When I get too old to get out of bed in the morning, I'll call myself old. In the meantime, I am just gonna keep on going and call myself "not old". I can't quite say that I'm still young, but I can say that I'm "not old". I have certain memories of things that happened 40 years ago that are as vivid as they can be but I would have to think about what I had for lunch yesterday. I hide things from myself all the time and then I end up without my glasses like now. I can never find the keys and everyone in the house gets mad at me for hiding stuff "from them" when I actually just found a "really good place for it".
Sooner or later I find it all although there were a few things that I never found and have since figured that Rick must have taken. It's amazing that I never, ever found any of money that I "lost" I would usually find everything sooner or later because it's somewhere in the house. But, I never found money and I never found any pot. Once when I was doing stand up, someone gave me a little tiny bag of marijuana in lieu of payment and I never touched it, I just hid it. That never, ever popped up and now that I've cleaned the room as well as I did, I see that I never lost it in the first place, he just took it.
He would lie about the dumbest stuff. One morning I asked him if he had any pot that he was taking to work instead of smoking it at home. He said that he didn't have any and wasn't smoking any at work and then I went to hug him. I put my hand on his chest and there were two joints in his pockets. He was on his way out the door, going to work with two joints in his pocket and he lied about it to me. I don't know why, I never said that he couldn't do such things. I just asked him if he was doing it.
Even if I would have gotten angry with him, I had that right. Let me get angry, I'll get over it and I won't kill anyone so there's really no reason to lie in the first place. But, I couldn't get him to tell the truth and now, almost two years after we separated I'm STILL figuring out that he lied about this or that. The last one was the pot in the bedroom. I knew it had to be in that room but I never found it. When I cleaned it like I did, I realized that it just wasn't there and he had stolen it. There's no telling what all he lied about over the years. Like I used to tell him, people only get caught in a small percentage of their lies. If they didn't get away with it more times than not, they wouldn't bother doing it. But Rick would even lie about that saying that I had caught him in every single lie that he told. That's BS, he never would have kept lying for so many years if he didn't get away with it often. I'm so glad that he's out of here. Let him lie to someone else from now on. I'll be fine.
Well, I have to go now, I'll be back later today, maybe after I read my email.
See ya,
Meg
I joined some stupid website that offers points like green stamps, you save up the points and then redeem them for something of value. The lowest priced thing on the site is a 5 dollar coupon for Burger King. If you buy something, you get a lot of points but if you don't, you get 5 points for reading the email. I've opened a bunch of emails, each for 5 points just so that I could get that stupid 5 dollar coupon. They have better coupons for nicer restaurants but it'd takes months to get them instead of weeks like this one. I get about 3 or 4 emails a day so I should get that 5 bucks some time this month. I think I'll get a bunch of Whopper Jr.s with that, oh, and an order of onion rings. I have 620 points toward the Whopper's after about a month of opening emails everyday.
I love coupons. Back when I was a housewife with young children, I made a hobby out of clipping coupons and sending away for rebates. The hallway closet was devoted to my collection of coupons and rebate forms. I would save them up and take them all to the grocery store at the same time, getting a hundred dollars worth of groceries for 13 bucks. That was fun.
I still go shopping where they have double coupon day and I keep a supply of basic coupons in my car. I drove to Virginia once and took the other car so I didn't have my coupons when I saw a store that had TRIPLE coupons! I was so annoyed that I didn't have my coupons.
Now it's usually not worth having a coupon unless it's doubled because the name brands cost so much more. They came out with that hideous generic stuff in black and white labels as to cut down on packaging back in the 80's and it pretty muched killed the rebate business. That food was truly no good. I bought their tuna once and it was the wrong thing to go cheap on. Bad tuna is pretty bad. Bad coffee creamer won't hurt a person, but bad tuna can do some serious damage. Actually, I can't think of any fish that I would want to get all cheap on. Mrs. Paul's is as cheap as I would go on fish.
I went to that alcoholic class last night. I asked the probation officer if I could just go to AA meetings instead and she said "No." so I went to this thing and it turned out to be nothing but an AA meeting. I really can't imagine what other kind of group class you could have. AA and it's tenets are pretty much the standard treatment. It was sort of uncomfortable.
I felt very funny being there, like I was intruding on them. The place that I went to also houses homeless men so a lot of them were there, obviously just back from prison or something like that. I got the idea that the place was a bit of a halfway house. The men would all stand up and tell everyone what they were going through. Some of them became awfully dramatic, a few cried. I can't repeat anything that was said in there but it was very intense.
On top of the painful setting, I didn't have my glasses so I couldn't see any faces. I could never tell who was speaking or whether or not anyone was making eye contact with me. If I have to go for 6 months, I would think that sooner or later I'll make friends there. I just hope that it isn't someone who was in prison for stalking.
I had a stalker once. I knew he was out there but I never knew where. I bought a gun back then for protection and learned out to shoot it. It was a 357, 4 inch barrel and I learned to shoot it pretty well. I remember when I bought the gun, all they checked was the bank account that I wrote the check on. If my check was good, so was I. I don't believe in much gun control but I do think that they should at least make sure that I'm not a felon or someone else who isn't supposed to have a gun. I never had to shoot anyone so that gun was a huge waste of money. I didn't even get to fire the thing outside of firing place (who's name I cannot recall at this point in time).
Damn, I'm getting old and I can see my brain slowing down, isn't that annoying? Not like Alzheimer's, just a bit forgetful. I can see that I'll be a crazy old lady if I ever get old. I'm not sure what old is, I guess it's 20 years more than you are at any given time. I remember being a young nurse in a cancer unit and I had a patient who came in and out quite a bit who I liked a lot. We became quite close. Her name was Joyce and she was 44 when she died. I remember thinking that she had lived a long life and thinking that she was old when she died. She was younger when she died than I am now. I don't want to go just yet, I don't feel terribly old.
When I get too old to get out of bed in the morning, I'll call myself old. In the meantime, I am just gonna keep on going and call myself "not old". I can't quite say that I'm still young, but I can say that I'm "not old". I have certain memories of things that happened 40 years ago that are as vivid as they can be but I would have to think about what I had for lunch yesterday. I hide things from myself all the time and then I end up without my glasses like now. I can never find the keys and everyone in the house gets mad at me for hiding stuff "from them" when I actually just found a "really good place for it".
Sooner or later I find it all although there were a few things that I never found and have since figured that Rick must have taken. It's amazing that I never, ever found any of money that I "lost" I would usually find everything sooner or later because it's somewhere in the house. But, I never found money and I never found any pot. Once when I was doing stand up, someone gave me a little tiny bag of marijuana in lieu of payment and I never touched it, I just hid it. That never, ever popped up and now that I've cleaned the room as well as I did, I see that I never lost it in the first place, he just took it.
He would lie about the dumbest stuff. One morning I asked him if he had any pot that he was taking to work instead of smoking it at home. He said that he didn't have any and wasn't smoking any at work and then I went to hug him. I put my hand on his chest and there were two joints in his pockets. He was on his way out the door, going to work with two joints in his pocket and he lied about it to me. I don't know why, I never said that he couldn't do such things. I just asked him if he was doing it.
Even if I would have gotten angry with him, I had that right. Let me get angry, I'll get over it and I won't kill anyone so there's really no reason to lie in the first place. But, I couldn't get him to tell the truth and now, almost two years after we separated I'm STILL figuring out that he lied about this or that. The last one was the pot in the bedroom. I knew it had to be in that room but I never found it. When I cleaned it like I did, I realized that it just wasn't there and he had stolen it. There's no telling what all he lied about over the years. Like I used to tell him, people only get caught in a small percentage of their lies. If they didn't get away with it more times than not, they wouldn't bother doing it. But Rick would even lie about that saying that I had caught him in every single lie that he told. That's BS, he never would have kept lying for so many years if he didn't get away with it often. I'm so glad that he's out of here. Let him lie to someone else from now on. I'll be fine.
Well, I have to go now, I'll be back later today, maybe after I read my email.
See ya,
Meg
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