I can’t get online right now so I’ll post this when I can. I can’t wait to move! Not just for a bigger place with hopefully no overnight barking, but I am so, so sick of not being able to get online half the time, the slow connection, etc. Lately, they like to pick on us around midnight, though it’s erratic at all times. You just never know. Sometimes it hangs on for hours, then it’s in and out and in and out.

Calling AT&T and bitching about it is a complete waste of time because after being on hold for two hours you find that AT&T doesn’t give a shit whether or not you can get online because they know your only choice around here is them or nothing. So they’re not going to be in any hurry to give a shit about customers till they get competition in the area.

Maybe I will use the remainder of our time here to get back into my writing. I don’t need to be online to write, work out, do housekeeping, or read, though I do have to have a connection long enough to get books onto my Kindle.

Just checked to see if I can post this and I can’t. sighs I’ll go work out a bit, then try again later.

Later...

I probably shouldn’t bother making another post today with the connection cutting in and out, but I’ll give it a try.

I managed to upload a few hundred pics on MO to use in posts. That way I don’t have to upload individually, and if they’re having a problem with that at the time it won’t matter because I’ll already have tons of pics to grab for decorating posts. Despite having over 500 pics I’ve still only used 7% of my space. I really prefer to upload than to copy from Photobucket so people don’t get that ugly gray square that says, “Someone’s been popular this month! Upgrade to Pro now.” That’s what would happen when my monthly band usage got sucked up. The more I write, the more followers I seem to get.

Nothing’s changed as far as our shitty connection goes, so I’m still not going to do any more uploading of pics or old journals unless I get really, really bored, and that doesn’t happen very often. I’d love to go watch a movie now, but I don’t want to even do that till we get moved, knowing it’s hit or miss.

Bunny Nose wasn’t entered into the last NaNo contest because her author didn’t write enough words to her story, so maybe in August when they have their next contest.

Before it got dark last night we were up to two yellow jackets in the trap. Wonder how many we’ll catch today. I also wonder when I’m going to be tired. I ended up taking an unexpected nap last night for 2-3 hours. I don’t know why. I wasn’t tired and I didn’t take anything that causes drowsiness like some allergy pills can.

I guess I’ll go have a bite to eat now. Why not? Controlling my weight seems to be getting harder and harder by the minute anyway, and that hour-long workout sure worked up my appetite right along with my muscles.

Later...

Tom didn’t work any OT today and I could’ve sworn I had a dream with Nane in it but can’t remember it. I guess that means it wasn’t overly good or bad because then I would remember it for sure.

I hope it won’t be much longer before we get moved. It seems I spend too much of my life waiting for things. The move is holding things up too, like getting new rats and me seeing a dentist. I just hate to get a dentist here in Auburn only to find out we end up in Roseville. Or maybe Folsom or Citrus Heights. I just don’t want to get started with one dentist, and then have to transfer to another one. The salt and baking soda concoction is really helping in the meantime.

Tom will have Wednesday off cuz of the holiday so we just may finally get to use our IHOP GC early that morning before it gets crowded.

The weather’s been hot, dry as a bone, and the pain in the back of my left hand is really starting to piss the shit out of me. So is my weight. It’s getting out of hand again. If upping the diet and exercise doesn’t help it, I don’t know what else I can do. Sit back helplessly and watch the scale climb?

It’s still weird that I can’t just pick up the phone and call my dad. It’s like a part of my mind can’t accept that I’m never going to see or talk to him again, though I do accept it at the same time. Does that make any sense?

I’m still torn where my mother’s concerned, too. A part of me thinks I should call her since it’s been a month. Another part says, fuck it. Let the bitch worry and wonder about me. This is the woman who abused and then gave up on me as a kid, mother or not. sighs I don’t know what to do seeing that she also saved mine and Tom’s ass a few years ago, so yeah, fuck it. At least for now.