Hi there!!!
I wish the weather wasn't so yucky. The sky is blue enough but it's too cold to go outside and play. Wherever I want to play...outside anyway...is cold. I'd like to go spelunking...but once again, too cold. Of course there's that claustrophobia crap. I saw some guys crawling through really long skinny tunnels looking for underground Paris. I'd love to see the places but I could never make it through a tunnel too narrow to sit up in.
I could go to Chatanooga and then go up to Rock City on top of Look Out Mountain. They have little openings into the mountain with "Stay Out!" I'm in a crazy enough mood to rip the tags off of my pillows and then crawl right into that mountain.
Actually, I feel like running away. I wonder how far I could get? If it were just myself I needed to care for, I'd be golden. I could just hit the road and never look back. I feel so much like doing that now.
I used to do it all the time. That's how I ended up in 6 states. Things would get all lonely and the little good that I had in my life would start to inexplicably fade away. So, I would take off. I left a lot of stuff behind. Actually, it's pretty much my stuff that keeps me here. I have too much stuff to drag to another state.
If I could pick the state that I'd like to go to, it'd be California...because I want to be near my daughter for a while. She's out there all alone and I'm here all alone. I know I've already lived in California once, but it was Northern California. A place that calls itself SoCal has got to be different than what I experienced north of Frisco.Besides, you can get a job watching Judge Judy. I'd like that. I'd watch Judy one week and Joe the next. I doubt they make much but I'll work a nursing shift every so often. I'll just spend a lot of time in audiences. Yeah...that's the ticket. Even if I don't have anyone to hang out with, I could hang out at the studios watching TV shows get filmed.
I suppose that would get boring after a while, but so are men who don't try to keep things exciting and there aren't many who really try for any length of time.
Blah, blah, blah.
The little munchkins are here this weekend. They're keeping themselves occupied for the time being but their father is working with a friend so I'm here with the wee ones. I made the mistake of cleaning my house yesterday. I don't know how I kept such a nice house when mine were little. I do remember that I cleaned the entire house once a day and after that, I didn't care for the next 24 hours. But this is insane. They keep eating. If they aren't eating, they're asking me to cook food that they have no intention of eating. I made grits for them...I'VE NEVER EATEN A GRIT IN MY LIFE!!! And yet, I cooked grits for those kids...and now I have two bowls and a pot full of gelatinous grit shit. The spoon would stand up in that stuff.
Oh man, I just noticed that Chandler took everything off of my fridge...and I had a lot of stuff on it. Let me see if I can get a picture of what she's done. Oh! I see...she's gonna clean it without asking me. OK, it must be nice to enjoy housework. Now the boy is helping...well...here you go:
See ya,
Ciao!
I wish the weather wasn't so yucky. The sky is blue enough but it's too cold to go outside and play. Wherever I want to play...outside anyway...is cold. I'd like to go spelunking...but once again, too cold. Of course there's that claustrophobia crap. I saw some guys crawling through really long skinny tunnels looking for underground Paris. I'd love to see the places but I could never make it through a tunnel too narrow to sit up in.
I could go to Chatanooga and then go up to Rock City on top of Look Out Mountain. They have little openings into the mountain with "Stay Out!" I'm in a crazy enough mood to rip the tags off of my pillows and then crawl right into that mountain.
Actually, I feel like running away. I wonder how far I could get? If it were just myself I needed to care for, I'd be golden. I could just hit the road and never look back. I feel so much like doing that now.
I used to do it all the time. That's how I ended up in 6 states. Things would get all lonely and the little good that I had in my life would start to inexplicably fade away. So, I would take off. I left a lot of stuff behind. Actually, it's pretty much my stuff that keeps me here. I have too much stuff to drag to another state.
If I could pick the state that I'd like to go to, it'd be California...because I want to be near my daughter for a while. She's out there all alone and I'm here all alone. I know I've already lived in California once, but it was Northern California. A place that calls itself SoCal has got to be different than what I experienced north of Frisco.Besides, you can get a job watching Judge Judy. I'd like that. I'd watch Judy one week and Joe the next. I doubt they make much but I'll work a nursing shift every so often. I'll just spend a lot of time in audiences. Yeah...that's the ticket. Even if I don't have anyone to hang out with, I could hang out at the studios watching TV shows get filmed.
I suppose that would get boring after a while, but so are men who don't try to keep things exciting and there aren't many who really try for any length of time.
Blah, blah, blah.
The little munchkins are here this weekend. They're keeping themselves occupied for the time being but their father is working with a friend so I'm here with the wee ones. I made the mistake of cleaning my house yesterday. I don't know how I kept such a nice house when mine were little. I do remember that I cleaned the entire house once a day and after that, I didn't care for the next 24 hours. But this is insane. They keep eating. If they aren't eating, they're asking me to cook food that they have no intention of eating. I made grits for them...I'VE NEVER EATEN A GRIT IN MY LIFE!!! And yet, I cooked grits for those kids...and now I have two bowls and a pot full of gelatinous grit shit. The spoon would stand up in that stuff.
Oh man, I just noticed that Chandler took everything off of my fridge...and I had a lot of stuff on it. Let me see if I can get a picture of what she's done. Oh! I see...she's gonna clean it without asking me. OK, it must be nice to enjoy housework. Now the boy is helping...well...here you go:
La di da, la di da.
I can help. NO!!!! It's MY brush...get lost!
If I want until she isn't looking...
Maybe I should just book...see ya!
I'll handle this!
I'll just THROW the stuff back!
I think that's good.
OK, let me do this...
And this.
Now look at my refridgerator.
OK then. That's all I have for now. Obviously I can't leave those 2 alone for any length of time. They both left the room so God knows what they're up to.
See ya,
Ciao!
posted by Meg Kelso | 11:22 AM
2 Comments:
Me too - I would LOVE to move to southern california, and I'm going to. You should see the newly constructed mansions that are NOT selling because of the Real Estate crisis - and for CHEAP! I'm gonna get me one of those homes as soon as my divorce is finalized.
If you want to escape, stick to the cyber space, (it costs a lot lot less both financially, physically & emotionally). Go for a good holiday, have fun, than come back home.
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