Sunday, July 1, 2007

There is a delay...

Between my brain and my mouth, between my brain and my fingers especially, and between my typing and it appearing on your screen. Currently, it's about 16 hours. My internet connection blows. What can I say? I'm a lazy, inconsiderate bitch. I type in TextEdit, and eventually when the connection works and I get around to it, I paste it in here and I post it. At which point you can read it. Tada...

So I adopted some Army boys. You know me, support our troops...one at a time. I found Any Soldier where they send mail to people who don't get any mail. Everyone should get mail. Apparently, it is actually illegal just to write "Any Soldier" on the package... but if you send it to one of the Any Soldier volunteers, and put their name on the package, they will give it to someone who needs mail. Whatever. So it said they wanted movies, books and candy. I have movies, books and candy. Stuck it in a box and mailed it to Iraq. Should get there sometime this month. Maybe. If ever. But, here's the interesting part... there are so many things you can't send! Now, me, being a modern woman, and friends with a lot of people who consider themselves "troops" I would think that what they Really want is booze, porn and sausages. Apparently hot sauce is popular too. But you can't send booze, porn and sausages!!! Fucking tragic... poor men are going out there and might die for our stupid, idiotic country and supportive folks like me can't even send them some whiskey and penthouse to make it feel better for a while. I would send it too. I mean, if you haven't seen your wife in two years... you get a little frustrated. Men whose jobs involve guns don't need to be frustrated.
There's a lot of thunder outside. There's been a fair amount of it since yesterday but it doesn't seem to be doing much. Apparently, in other places it is more serious. Their thunder is followed by lightening and flash flooding. Ours is just mumbling about politics and religion. Trying to get someone to listen to it's point of view, I'm sure.
So I found Jessie! She called me last night. Finally. And is supposed to call me again today. We'll see. She was surprised to find that I haven't changed a bit. I, personally, did not expect me to change because I rather like me the way I am. She is in Oklahoma, like we thought. And she's working because when I called her back she was in the 'middle of shift change,' Other than that I don't know much. We're going to call Sarah soon. I told her, I can put people on three-way from here and it doesn't cost me any more than it regularly costs to call sarah which is next to nothing. I should do that with you, Melissa, if you'd ever stay up past 10.
Now, it's raining. Which means the mailman won't show up until long after I'm gone. Pooh. I like the mailman. Well, I should clarify, I don't actually give a shit about the man himself, I like Mail. I'm always expecting mail these days and it's wonderful.
I just got a note from Karissa in Tahoe and pictures of her baby. Which is great because it gives me Karissa's address and it has her baby's name... which I always forget because she just calls her Baby half the time. She says, "yeah, me and Baby are going to the doctor tomorrow" Not me and Perla, me and baby... how'm I supposed to remember if she doesn't use it??