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My modem HATES me today. Confession: *hanging head* I’m on dialup. I KNOW! I KNOW! Welcome to the dark ages! The whole thing is, I’m paying off a credit card. What’s that have to do with getting highspeed, you ask? Not a damn thing. I could get it at any time, I just haven’t because I want off this damn dialup SO FUCKING BAD that I’m using it as motivation to pay off the card. I won’t allow myself to have the highspeed until the Visa is paid off. Yep. These are the games I play with myself. Back to the modem hating me… I don’t get it! It’s practically new! My last modem was a casualty of a summer lightening storm about 4 months ago. I immediately ran out to Circuit City, purchased this one, brought him home, gave him a nice lil’ house to live in, nurtured him, and we’ve been great friends since. I apparently angered him though at some point a couple weeks ago, and he’s been unhappy and uncooperative since. It keeps like… glitching, and then I end up “booted.” Sometimes it happens repeatedly, sometimes every now and again. I have to disconnect/ reconnect, and then SOMETIMES… it won’t even reconnect. What was once motivation is now just a pain in my ass and isn’t worth this much hassle, so yeah… *calling Charter today*

My older son is reading this book he checked out from the school library last week, Eldest. He likes to read, but I haven’t seen him this gaga over a book since last year when he was reading some book called Eragon. After he disappeared for two days after checking it out, I asked, “Aren’t you going to come out of there and like… eat, or bathe, or both?” Turns out, this book is the sequel to the first one, and there’s a third one coming soon. He's completely into these books. Like… yesterday, some of their friends called and wanted to play after school. Jamey originally decided that Gene would go play, but he was going to stay home and read. Then the plan changed and the friends were coming over to our house instead. He was STILL going to let them come over, and his brother was going to play with them, but he was going to read. “Are you kidding me?! You ARE NOT gonna sit here in your room reading when there are other boys here to play with, boys who are now running wildly around OUR basement trying to kill each other with plastic weapons. GET DOWN THERE!!” Once their friends finally left last night, he disappeared again. Around 9pm I sent the order out to the troops that it was bedtime, yet at 9:17pm, I found him in his room reading. This book is like 600 & something pages long so I asked, “What page are you on?” “395.” “You really need to go to bed.” “Can I get to 400 first? Then I’ll go to sleep.” “Alright, but then it's right into bed. Got it?" "Yep. Love you.” Ten minutes later I noticed that the light in his room was still on. “What page are you on?” *him with a giggle and guilty look on his face* “Uhh… 403?” “Will you go to sleep already?!” I decided to do a lil’ research today. As far as I can tell, these books are along the same lines as the Lord of the Rings trilogy. You know the drill… dragons, magic rocks, armies and villages, overcoming adversity and learning life’s lessons all at the same time, etc. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to see that he’s found something he’s into besides video games (something that requires him to READ even !), but sheesh! During my research, I found this snippet from an online book review kinda funny: “Paolini’s writing is, like his main character, growing much more fluid and sure here, with almost none of the embarrassing clunkers that marred the first book. His dialogue, though still the stilted, formal speech beloved by authors of high fantasy, is less hackneyed and clichéd.” Wow. That’s a little harsh considering that the author started writing the book in question when he was like 14!! I also found a site with an online game that takes place in uh… yeah… whatever the name of the place in the story is, www.alagaesia.com/, and added it to the boys’ favorites folder. I haven’t decided yet if that’s a good or bad idea. If you guys never hear from me again, just know that he’s now permanently affixed to the monitor, and it's all my fault. While saving it though, I noticed the other sites in their folder. This new one won’t stick out like a sore thumb or anything: cheatplanet.com, gamefaqs.com, cartoonnetwork.com, joecartoon.com, homestarrunner.com, and quahog5news.com. (Just an FYI - that last one is good times!)

So I’ve been listening to CMT (and Sirius Love Songs, channel 6003 – depending on which one's playing the worst song between the two at the moment) while Chicken and I have been sitting here at the puter this morning, only to discover that Bon Jovi taped a Crossroads with Sugarland? SWEET!! (Airing September 16th and then almost daily for a week. You know… for those Jovi *coughRichiecough* fans out there.) CMT also has something they’re calling “Duets Week” starting Monday. *giddy* I SO DIG DUETS. And then?? They also have some special airing on September 18th… 100 Greatest Duets. O… M… G… (Yeah… how silly is it that I get completely giddy over this sort of thing?? I’m ADDICTED to love songs. How many country songs AREN’T love songs. And now there’s a duet special on the country channel?!? I’m so there!!) The other day I caught a vid taken from that taping. It was Jamie O’Neal and Carrie Underwood; they redid Reba McIntyre & Linda Davis’ “Does He Love You?” (It sounded AWESOME. That song came out how many years ago? *googling* Released in 1994. It still hasn’t lost it’s impact for me though. I cried like an idiot!!) *watching Keith Urban and Lee Ann Womack announce CMA nominees right now* That Keith’s a funny guy, who knew? WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!! Just caught a commercial for the Jovi/Sugarland Crossroads… you Richie fans might not wanna watch it after all. It COULDA been the editing in the commercial, but it APPEARS that during Wanted… Richie’s not even NEAR a mic! The vocalist for Sugarland sang the backing vocals. That’s just… wow… W.R.O.N.G.

I’ve decided that I’m too sensitive to watch the goings on RE: Hurricane Katrina. I was all about it when the media frenzy first started. UNTIL... I was at work one day giving morning medications to a guest, and while in her room I caught a snippet of a story of some older gentleman who was caught in rising water with his wife. At one point things just became to difficult for her, so she told him to tell the children and grandchildren that she loved them, and she… let go. SHE LET GO and the water just...took her away. Forever. OMG… I CAN’T. EVEN. IMAGINE. I immediately burst into tears and vowed never to watch again. I've donated all that I could afford. I pretty much cleaned out my pantry and donated the food to a local church here in STL who’ve been sending food/supplies to the gulf. A day or so ago, again in a guest’s room at work, I caught the snippet of uh… some government/city/town (hell, I don’t know. I was again trying NOT to watch) in Mississippi (I think) crying hysterically & asking for help. Followed closely by a firefighter who stated that they broke through the roof of a house to pull and 11 yr. old boy out of the attic only to find his mother in there with him… dead. AGAIN, I burst into tears. I can’t handle this sort of shit. I cry if I just SEE someone else cry. This is the stance I had to take with the 9/11 terrorist attack too. I was off work that day, my mother called and said to turn the television on. I watched, HORRIFIED, for like four hours crying the entire time. I then had to boycott television and the newspaper for a good 3 months. I’m one of those people that most other people hate when it comes to stuff like this because I’d rather remain completely oblivious than to know what the hell is going on. All of this media coverage has two main objectives: To inform and to gain enough attention so that people will step up to the plate and help. I don’t want to be informed and I’ve helped all I can help right now. Done deal.

I should probably finish the laundry and get to the grocery store. Might even spread a lil’ bleach and Pine Sol 'round this joint. I’d hate to have to have the “I don’t tell you what to do with YOUR days off / that’s because I actually DO SHIT on my days off / wash your own fucking clothes then” discussion again. *rolling eyes* ...cuz tha’s good times, right? Who wouldn't wanna do that again? Haha.

Besides... I need to call the mini storage place back home. I pay them for three months at a time and by the time the next 3 months rolls around, I've forgotten about them. I know, I know... that's what statements are for. Anyway, the owner lady, Pat (yeah, we might be on a first name basis by now), left me a voicemail yesterday. "You know... we don't mind keeping yer stuff here for ya. We dont' mind at all if you'd just pay us." OH! That Pat... always a hoot! Lemme go call her...

Have a great day, everyone! Peace out.