Ah yes, the traditonal party over at our dear friends house. Its wonderful that we’re able to get inside and enjoy the activities (I know, I said that last year. Its still true.) We’re all getting a little wiser as time moves on, though. Someone thought to bring a card table for the downstairs (instead of playing in the upstairs kitchen like in the past), so the traditional card games could carry on, with Tom involved. He’s not played since he got hurt, of course. And, with cards being played downstairs, most of the socializing was downstairs as well. Therefore, we were completely entertained almost the entire evening.

The girls started talking about the next benefit. They’ve decided it should wait until one of our friends gets back from Iraq, which (hopefully) will be in the spring. Also, obviously, the weather is much better that time of year. I love Tom’s friends. They’re wonderful people who want to do anything possible to help our situation be a little easier.

This is my sister, the Pretty Peaceful Pirate.

(Minus the Get-Up)

My cousin came to visit. We stayed up way to late, and laughed so much that our checkbones hurt. Of course, I’m sitting here now, feeling the reverb of the evening. I think I should take a nap. Thank goodness work is slow enough that I don’t have to go in today.

And, I’ve re-injured my back, AGAIN! Not horribly bad. But, its definately making itself known. Oh yeah. Thats loads of fun. I think I did it at work, thinking I was okay to lift some boxes. Yeah, probably won’t do that ever again. They’re just boxes… its not like I’m trying to lift a car or anything. Anyhow, I can’t risk it. I’ve got to be able to move Tom around. So, boxes are a no-go.

I wonder if my back will ever be normal again. Getting older sucks, in case you didn’t know.

So, it would appear that my dad is doing pretty good. I guess he even mentioned that he’d like to go back to work. Although Monday was only his first round of chemo (he’s through radiation already), I guess he’s already starting to get pretty bored with staying home all the time. And, I suppose if I were him, I could understand why. I mean, the man has worked his whole life. Well, a week of here and there, but with knowing he’d be back to work afterwards.

Our heater is making up its own rules, and its a little nerve racking. Its a little late in the year for a heater to go out. Yet, I feel bad for addressing this to my landlord. The heater is definately whining in protest of being used, and takes its own unscheduled coffee breaks (or so it feels). But, it is a champ. When it gets back from its extended coffee break, it puts in double time… making it too hot in here. Where is the happy medium, I ask.

My sister wants to go car shopping this weekend. I’m pretty sure she’s not really going to get a car (unless someone sells her one in perfect condition for only $50… which at a dealership is highly unlikely). But, I’ll definately go with her. It’ll be fun. Maybe we’ll test drive some crazy expensive cars that neither one of us will ever be able to buy. Fun, or depressing. Now I haven’t decided for sure.

The holidays are coming up. *insert ultra-sarcastic jump for joy* I always get a little stressed around the holidays. A) I know its not about the presents, and B) Everyone is always appreciative of whatever they get. Yet, I love to please people… so I’m always concerned that I’ve not done enough. And, what do you buy for a quadrapeligic anyhow? Or the ones that claim they ‘don’t need anything’. Or the ones who would appear that they already have everything… I don’t know. I need lists. Yes.

Alright. I suppose I should shut up and get ready for work.

Do you know what this is? Well, let me explain it to you. It would appear that my lovely satelite internet connection has this FAP junk (from what I’ve found out on a bulliten board that is against my provider – information that would of been useful before I signed up for the 15 month contract…). Basically, if you decide you’re going to download a very large file, it throws your connection speed down lower than the slowest dial up!

FAP means Fair Access Plan or something. They’ve (the infamous ‘they’) decided that in order to give everyone equal access to their ‘high’ internet speed they have the right to knock your download speed down to zilch – I mean zilch too… less than 18 kb I think? Does this make sense to you? Why am I paying a chunk of change to sit and stare at the loading bar move slower than a dead turtle? I’m not sure.

I think I’m going to research this more.

I wish there was an alternate provider here on the outskirts of town. I can’t believe I can drive to a new subdivision (with DSL access, mind you) in less than 2 minutes. But, they won’t run the DSL lines out here. I’m a little perturbed with the whole situation.

Yeah, fair warning to anyone out there. Research the satelite provider a little better before signing your life away. And, you probably don’t want to use the service I have.

you are the “I hate you so bad” happy
bunny. You hate everyone and eveything and your
not ashamed of it.

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