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Don't tell me I've nothing to do

09.02.03 @ 21:25
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Counting flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playing solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothing to do
Flowers on the Wall by the Statler Brothers

Its been one of those days. Mike had Warren on pass today, so I've been home all day alone.

And was just interupted by a phone call from the hospital where apparently Dingle Brains still hasn't returned Warren. Another interuption. Warren is back, Mike was just being his usual time challanged self. He is going to be the first human in history to be an hour late to his own funeral.

Its been one of those lazy days, where dispite the fact that I never actually managed to get dressed I did actually accomplish a few things. I managed to clean the bathroom, vaccuum the living room and upstairs, straighten up my room, successfully fight off a Pibb craving for 4 hours and spend the rest of the day on the internet. Basically I was a lethargic lump who managed to force herself to accomplish the minimum, and even that was a strain. It felt good to have a day like that. I need one more often. And since the house is basically in okay shape anyway, I didn't feel too guilty about the pile of dishes in my sink, begging to go into the dishwasher.

Lately I've also been on an olive oil kick, I don't know why but the thought of a plate of pasta tossed with olive oil and parmasean cheese just starts my salivating like a Pavlovian dog. I use it for everything, I even fried eggs in it yesterday and it was remarkably not gross. It was extra virgin so there was virtually no taste from it. Today for lunch I fried some pork in olive oil and a bit of butter with some Italian seasoning and tossed it with pasta and some more olive oil and some Parmasean cheese a dash of salt and peppper and sprinkled some Italian seasoned bread crumbs on top. YUMMY YUMMY GOODNESS!!

I also watched 1940's House on PBS. It was quite intersting. I think something like that would be cool, as it would be an adventure and and educational experience all rolled into one. This was in Great Britian not the US, so somethings would be different from what my parents and grandparents lived thru, but I would still love to do it. I am sure my mom and her sisters and friends would find it hysterical to watch me try and wash clothes with a scrub board and a ringer, and cook over a wood stove. My son would "die mom" at the thought of no television. (in Rural ND, TV and telephones did not arrive until the 50's), but I think the harder work and less "Nothing to do" time would actually be good for him. Most kids these days could use a little temporary trip back and time to remind them of how nice we have it today, at least in some ways. In other ways there were some niceer things about back then. Like having lots of extended family nearby, like everyone having to pitch in, and everyone eating dinner together instead of just grabbing what ever in between activities.

Of course if my son is any yardstick, we wouldn't need to go far. I think a 1970's House would be hard. "What do you mean there are only 5 channels and no remote!" I won't even start on 33.3 rpm's and 8 track tapes. I doubt he'd even recognize either one. At least the clothes would be familiar. Of course in the 1980's House they could have fun laughing at us. "You wore torn shirts and plastic shoes....ON PURPOSE!?!?!"

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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.

I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.

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