Before I went to bed last night I caught something on CNN about these Islamic kids who spend their entire days sitting and rocking and reading the Koran. They're working on memorizing the entire damn thing, word for word. Including the jihad chapter. Rocking and reading out loud. Rooms full of them. Rocking and reading, reading and rocking. From morning until night, with just a few short breaks for food.
So of course I couldn't fall asleep because I kept thinking about the fact that once the powers that be pull their heads out of their asses, we'll have to actually focus on WWIII and fight the people who want us dead and are raising their youth for this purpose alone.
Which means we may have to have a draft. And I have two boys who may be forced to go off to war.
Let's just say that I had a bit of trouble falling asleep and staying there.
Let's also just say that it's time for me to stop watching the news altogether. I like it better when I'm not informed. When I focus on nothing but getting my next pumpkin spice latte fix. And if I'll make it home in time to watch Survivor. And if I had to be on the show this year, could I please be on the Asian team because hubba hubba, those two young Asian men are fine!
Yes. Feel free to call me Mrs. Robinson because I am probably old enough to be their mother.
Fort Snickerdoodle is under attack! Thing 2 wants it and he wants it bad! I came out of the bathroom last night to see that he had taken over my nook. Put his bedding on top and all of his crap on the side table. I let him sleep on the floor next to me. First thing he said today was that it was his Fort from now on. I smell a coup d'�tat.
The new bed arrives sometime between 8 and 10 this morning. It's nothing fancy. I don't believe in spending big bucks on a bed. I walked into a local liquidator that Mr. Frame Shop told me about and forked over $477 for something that felt pretty comfortable in the store. Hell, anything will be more comfortable that our current mattress that we bought about 15 years ago and sags in the middle.
Amy. You don't want the desk. It's an old school desk that doesn't fit into my house because it's so frickin' big. You've been to my house. I've been to your new condo. Well, not yours but I've been in a two bedroom in your building and let me just say, this desk won't even fit in the elevator. It would fill up your entire living/dining room.
After the bed arrives I'm heading to a local department store to take advantage of their goodwill sale. For every item of old clothing that you give them, they give you a 20% off coupon for new clothing. I took a look at my sweaters and there's nothing in there that's not less than 5 years old. And black. I need something new and something non-black. I also need to get some more crap out of my house so will gladly hand over some stuff and get something in return for it. I'm tired of always giving giving giving. I want some getting in return, dammit!
6:40 a.m. - September 15, 2006
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