Only 1 number this time. Meanwhile, the baseball cards sold for $54 to a guy in Illinois.

Tom’s making real progress as far as programming games for the website goes and even came up with the wacky idea of having an online pet cemetery. As we both agreed, if we’re going to get punished just for existing, why not make it for a reason? So why not take advantage of people’s grief and ask $15 to put their dead pet’s pictures in our little cemetery?

It’s now been 4 weeks without the inhalers, and I still haven’t needed the snot spray and can handle roughage just fine, on top of the fact that this may be the first winter I’ve known Tom where he didn’t get any colds.

It was funny how last night he said he was stuck and I offered to put a spell on him. He said not to worry if I couldn’t because he’d go when he got up since he had potatoes. I knew it would work, though, and was in the bedroom sipping coffee when I heard the other bathroom door open and the sound of his footsteps approaching to say goodnight. I called out “You’re welcome,” and he laughed, then said goodnight and hit the sack.

He’s napping right now because we plan to go to Walmart late tonight when there are fewer people. We felt that even 11:00 was too early being a Saturday night, so we’ll probably go at 2:00. Before we get groceries, he’ll do his application and I’ll spend a little money on fun stuff now that we’re doing a little better thanks to his eBay sales. The half-dollars end tomorrow, then up goes the mixed coins and the plates.

I like going out in the middle of the night so much better. Not just because there are fewer people, but also because there are fewer people creeping along the roads to hold us up, and especially at times when we can’t pass them. Such control freaks we’ve got in this world! I mean, a lot of idiots will pass us, then slow down once they get in front of us and hold us up just so they can feel they’ve controlled someone else’s actions. The last time we went there we passed this creep, then the little cock was right on top of us.

Everyone’s ignoring us and it really irritates the shit out of me. Tom emailed the water pump people and hasn’t gotten a response back. At least they haven’t taken any money. Even so, he’s going to email them once again tomorrow if he hasn’t heard from them by then and tell them to forget it, then he’ll buy the damn thing locally. Incense Galore hasn’t answered my question as to why Angel’s not on their wholesale list and Ricki hasn’t responded to the two messages I’ve left her.

Why do people always have to die at my expense? Some cock was killed on a motorcycle, delaying the installation of the carpet here cuz the carpet layer was best buddies with the person. A death delayed the overpriced fairy I got from that doll place where Mary is. I could go on with other deaths that have interfered with our lives, but I won’t bother. It just really annoys me when the events in other people’s lives put me out, and I don’t care how selfish or insensitive I sound.

There’s a lot of dirt-cheap land by the Mexican border, but that’s cuz no one wants to live there and deal with the illegals that want to come over and get paid to sit on their lazy asses. This country needs to put up a 40’ wall around it with a super high-voltage wire on top of it. That’ll keep the trashholes out.

I wonder if we’ll have a for-sale sign up at this place. I kind of hope we don’t because people will be knocking on the door like crazy. They do that out here. We’ll just have to deal with it if they do, though, because we’re going to need to sell the house fast. So fast that we’ll probably have to use a realtor, though Tom did consider selling it himself and maybe using eBay. I’m both amazed and impressed at how fast realtors respond. If you call them at 1:00, they’ll probably be at your place by 3:00. That’s how they make money, though, so I’d come running at people’s beck and call too if I were an agent.

I just hope Tom’s right when Mr. Optimistic says we’re being led to bigger and better things and not straight to hell by the fact that it’s still obvious that we’re destined to lose this house, despite how rocky the road will be between now and the jackpot if there really is one waiting for us. Yeah, but just how rocky will those roads be and how long are those bumpy roads? I’m not going to jail for our next dream house; that’s all I know.

I’ve been thinking of the pros and cons of leaving Arizona if my vibes end up wrong. I miss the woods and the ocean, but I also do love the desert. I get sick of the intense heat, but I’d get a hell of a lot sicker of cold and snow and much faster, too. Even so, if it turns out that when we’re ready to make a move there’s a damn good deal on a huge chunk of land that happens to be in Wyoming, then we’re going to Wyoming. At least I won’t have to play bus in whatever cold and snow we may have to deal with!

The weather here has been cloudy and rainy. I haven’t had to water the palm we potted for a few days now. I laid in bed last night listening to the sound of the rain. It’s a soothing sound as most steady sounds are as opposed to staccato-like ones.

I really hope my supplies come Monday! I’m amazed at the burn time on some of these sticks. One stick burned for nearly two hours.

Two hours of working out? No problem. That’s just what I did both today and yesterday. As Tom and I both agree, more is better with this type of exercise, versus weight-lifting. I awoke at 127, the lowest I’ve been able to go in over a year. I still don’t think I can bounce myself skinny or at least bounce down to 120, but I think I can maintain my weight for sure. Something really would have to be wrong if I couldn’t with this amount of exercise, which is just so easy, fun and totally great. I never would’ve thought to do something like this. I would’ve thought it wasn’t enough, but Tom’s heart rate monitor proved that it is. I know I said I didn’t care if I kept gaining, but that’s easy to say until you think of the cost of buying bigger clothes and not being able to get around as easily, not to mention how shitty you’d look. If I can’t lose I’ll at least try to stay where I am. Two hours a day is about a 600-calorie burn which means that if I had 2000 calories in a day, my body would think it was only having 1400. I’d have lost weight on that in my 20s, but it should hold me at this age. Besides, I don’t always have 2000. Yesterday I had about 1600 while my body thought it had 1000. My ass and thighs feel firmer, though they still look terrible. I mean, I still have more craters than the moon. It’s one of those things where my legs look like shit in themselves, yet wonderful compared to most others around my age.