Our provider finally admitted online that they’re fucked up and they’re never going to get any better in this area. They simply refuse to upgrade these old wires. So, our attempt to get them to fix the lines and speed us up is off cuz this slow speed is all they’re now offering.

Since we’re going to be here for a long time we decided we may as well go with something like either a MiFi or, as some people may prefer to call it, a mobile hotspot. The good thing is that it will be reliable and give us full-time service. It should anyway. We’ll start with just one phone to test it out here before we dump our current shit provider. Even if it doesn’t work well in these mountains, it’s still something we need to have as a backup cuz our old cell is now obsolete, and it’d be fine once we move.

The bad is that the phones are expensive and would cost $90 instead of $25, and we’d only get 10G of bandwidth a month. We both use an average of 15G now. I wouldn’t be able to upload, download or change background pictures as much. Text would be no problem, though as that doesn’t take up nearly as much bandwidth.

What frustrates me is knowing that we’re going to be stuck here another year or so. Tom keeps saying maybe something’s trying to do us a favor and not just by making sure we don’t buy the wrong place. He’s replacing the brakes on the car because you’re not allowed to work on vehicles in the park. He’s always done his own car work but now he’ll either have to find some other place to do it or pay to have it done. He says that if he had to pay to have it done it could cost $500.

I disagree. I don’t think something’s trying to keep us from making a mistake, I think it’s trying to keep us from moving altogether. I think it thinks this is all we deserve – to live in someone else’s little old shitbox. So God knows how many more months or even years of the dogs, saws, motorcycles, ATVs, bulldozers and loud trucks I’ll have to deal with. The fucking mutts drove me crazy on Wednesday. The cock was apparently out all day that day. In fact, it really spoils my otherwise peaceful and relaxing day to know that any second now I should hear the first of anywhere from 3 to 6 trips in and out throughout the day.

That’s ok. Unless whatever’s up there kills us, it can’t keep us here forever. It will probably influence all kinds of things to break when we finally beat and defy it and get what we want – our own place – but I’m not going to let that stop us. I sure am tempted to just say, “Aw, fuck it,” and give up at times, though. But uh-uh. There’s where we were meant to be and then there’s where we WANT to be. Our lives are ours, they belong to us, and we’re going to do what we want with them no matter how long it takes.

Tom found a really nice place we could buy outright right now at a park with the best deal as far as lot costs and all that but there’s no way we’d take it even if it were free. It’s backed up not only right against the mainstream but a super dumpy part of it, too. I’d never get any sleep there, he told me. Funny, though, that there’s always, always a catch when something that seems so ideal first jumps out at us. It’s too far from work, too costly, too close to trouble…too something. And no, it’s not a coincidence.

Nane and Andy had me laughing my ass off. Nane left a hilarious comment after I replied to her and Mary’s comments on a tropical scene I posted. I replied to both of them in the same comment box and to Mary I said: Mary, me too!

“Who do you want to marry?” Nane asks, hahahaha.

Nane is definitely not so much as more flirtatious so much as she’s more affectionate when she’s had a few drinks. On her nights off she typically has a drink or two. She admitted she was a little disappointed I won’t be going to Italy where we had hoped to maybe meet up, but says it’s probably better that way cuz then I’d see her wrinkles and gray hair and that would make her unattractive. LOL, I’m sure she’d still be a very beautiful woman. I can relate to her self-consciousness, though. I’d be worried she’d think I was too fat or something. I said to Tom, “Sometimes I wish I’d always been fat. Then it’d be nothing new for someone like Andy or Tammy that I haven’t seen since I was thin. I’d be what they expected and they wouldn’t be like, what the hell happened to you?!”

As I was telling Nane, my wonderful hubby may take me to a salon to get my hair dyed and relayered on my birthday, depending on how much time we have that day and how I feel. Nane suggested adding Strähnchen to my hair, but nah. I don’t think highlights look good on curly hair.

I can’t wait till she picks up her messages next week! Andy sent me a pic of a woman holding a stick in one hand while shoving a guy’s head into a sink saying it was her training Askim. LOL, it did sort of resemble her, too. The woman was tall and slim, though with lighter hair.

This entry’s taken me forever to do. I keep stopping to do other things. Sure enough, I can’t hear my husband working on the car 50 feet away, but I could hear that damn cock roar out 200 feet away.