Bacon News: as I was walking home from work I saw an add for a McDonald’s burger on a bus. There was bacon on the burger. Then I was thinking about what to have for supper: perogies? No I’m out of bacon. Then just as I was thinking this, a woman walked past me who said to her friend “and she likes to have that with bacon.”
It’s a bacon prophesy, I think.
Last week one of my fuses blew. Or stopped working, or whatever it is that fuses do– and then my kettle stopped boiling, my microvave clock turned off and the fridge stopped being on. Mildly perplexing. I switched a couple of the other fuses around in trying to discover which connected to what, which is a little scary for me as they involve electricity and electricity could lead to fire. Anyway in my quest I found that one of my fuses is conneced to to single outlet (the one above my dresser) and so I moved that fuse into the spot of the one that had gone out so my food wouldn’t rot. Felt: clever and like a hero. Then I had the issue of having to replace the old fuse (which looked as though it had been manufactured in about 1965). After extensive foot research (going to Wal-Mart and Zellers– I don’t know where fuses are sold) and then some internet searches, I found the kind I need at Home Hardware, who are, the friendly people there told me, the only ones to stock the kind of fuse I need. Also: the only place I went to where anyone noticed me or asked if I needed help. Being sassy and having my example fuse with me, I had found the appropriate section and matched up what I needed before they could find me, but two people came and asked if I needed help: the first gentleman laughing when I said “I found it already!” and the second guy informing me of the disparity of S-15 fueses in alternate retail outlets.
All the electricity in my apartment works now.
I made up a new song this morning.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
I don’t want to get out of bed!
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
My tax envelope came! Should I try doing my own taxes this year? Or would
that make you feel like Your Little Girl Is Growing Up Too Quickly?
From Lindsie
LOL and LOL some more.
I sometimes talk to myself in the street, but this evening I noticed a young woman doing this and it was kind of creepy. So I’ll try not to do it anymore.
I wrote a song.
Breakfast time for Lindsie!
Having a Jar full of Eggnog!
If she drinks it, she’ll be full
Breakfast time for Lindsie: YAY!
This weekend while wandering about the town, I noticed that there were only two varieties of groupings out (besides myself):
1) Couples (a boy and a girl mostly), holding hands. And most of these couples were tall and the girls all had long hair.
2)Groups of three fat ladies, walking slowly along the sidewalk, all in a line so no one could get past. And lots of sidewalks have parked cars on the road beside them so it’s impossible to get around them. Unless one of them looks sheepishly over her shoulder to see what that noise is and steps aside to let me by. That noise was me, cough-talking “fatties get out of my way”.
Then I went home.
Some formuli:
Taking pills while thinking about trees or current state of breathing = *choke choke*
Taking pills while thinking about numbers in any way = smooth going
I have Lisa Loeb’s song in my head.
I am trying not to work myself into a frenzy.
Lindsie is phoning home.
Dad: Hullo?
Lindsie: Hello!
Dad: Hullo?
Lindsie: Hello?
Dad: Who’s that?
Lindsie: Lindsie!
Dad: Lin-di-see? I don’t know a “Lin-di-see”
Lindsie: Lindsie! Your daughter!
Dad: Oh Lindsie!
i'll try to be better. i promise 