This was supposed to be a nice relaxing day of researching genealogy. I had absolutely nothing else on my agenda except a quick Safeway run. And that was not relaxing either. I wanted some ice cream but I got pissed off that it was $5 and the half gallons have shrunk besides. So I stood there looking at the various flavors and told them all to go straight to hell! That'll show 'em! I went over a couple aisles and picked up a box of Good n' Plenty. Heaven knows the world isn't going to come to an end if I don't have ice cream in my freezer. And there's always that "health" thing where you're not supposed to enjoy anything that tastes good. Okay. Enough on that.
I started researching Zachariah Blankenship, the guy I decided to start with on my latest family tree hobby. Thought I would make sure of what I had on his parents and siblings. That was a walk down hopeless lane. Too many names and dates contributed by various people and none agree with what I have. Big Surprise. I've done this hobby long enough to know what's what when you get down to the nitty gritty of verifying facts.
So, I went on over to my new wordpress blog to at least record something. Then I really got pissed off! I couldn't figure out how to single space certain parts so it was off to Youtube to watch more tutorial videos. Those guys (at least the ones I clicked on) were fast talking techie types who WERE NOT GOOD TEACHERS! They totally pissed me off! So then it was back to the blog where I just "played with it" like you're supposed to so I could learn on my own. Nope. Not happening. Just like my damn cell phone. Nothing happens easy.
Pretty soon I was tired to the max. Needed a nap because I slept poorly last night but I didn't do it and now it's too late in the day. I know...whine, whine,whine. That's what lack of sleep does to you. If it didn't cost so much, I'd think about going to buy me some bourbon and see if that would put me to sleep. Ha! Who am I kidding?! I wouldn't know the first thing about buying a bottle of bourbon or any other liquor. I could buy beer, though. I know beer. I bet I'd be a lot happier person if I drank more. But not to worry. I refuse to pay what they want for a bottle of booze these days. Not that I know what the cost is. I just know it's probably pretty steep. I did buy a six-pack of beer last summer and I was aghast at what I had to shell out for that. I'll never understand how people who are still smoking can afford it. My one vice (besides sweets) is a little gambling now and then. Nothing too big; just a lotto ticket and maybe a casino trip every six weeks. I really need my lotto numbers to hit. I've been waiting years and I'll probably still be waiting when Jesus calls me home.
Tomorrow is gonna' be another day of genealogy searching. I enjoy it even when I don't. haha
I'll be heading to Port Angeles on Friday so I can spend more money getting my oil changed and hitting the stores that sell the junk I need to spend my days in the sewing room. Jenni turns 49. The last of my kids to be in their 40s. The others are all in the 50s now and just typing those words makes me feel old.
The one thing I am looking forward to this year (in April I think) is the 1950 census coming out. It'll be the first time I can see my name in it. I'll be dead before the 1960 one is published. At least I assume I'll be dead. Can't imagine I'd make it to 89. And I'm not all that enthused about living that long either. Too many body parts hurt. Remember that when you read my obit. You can tell folks "she was more than ready to go!" haha (and it'll be true too!)
Well, I think I'll pull out the food I was going to make for leftover supper. I've got half a jar of alfredo sauce I really need to use before it gets too old to use. Not sure if it's going to work with the recipe I've made up in my head but I can always just toss it in the garbage if my idea doesn't work. I'll be using half a cornish game hen (boned), some leftover peas, chopped up onion, green pepper and carrots, and a little bit of pasta and the sauce. I wish someone else was here cooking it. I'm really not in the mood.
On a brighter side, I did read this obit in the Leader today that I thought was pretty darn good. I didn't know the lady but I retyped parts of the obit to share.
Underwear is entirely optional. Leaving the house without
cleaning your stovetop is most certainly not.
Dinner doesn’t need to be fancy, it just needs to taste
good. It should be eaten at a table and served with a side of fruit. Or salad.
Or both.
Carry a large purse. It should contain at minimum a nail
file, Kleenex, and a peanut butter sandwich. Bonus points if you found the
large purse at a thrift store. In regards to wardrobe be weary of items of
clothing that cost more than $2.99
It is scientifically impossible to over-apply hand lotion.
Pull weeds. Dust corners. Pay attention to details. More importantly, pay
attention to people. Remember the name of your neighbor’s second cousins’
nephew. Notice when the checker at the grocery store gets a haircut. Then tell
them it looks nice. Thank you is an end punctuation mark.
Contrary to popular opinion, swearing doesn’t make you seem
less intelligent. It’s best to win every game of Scrabble you ever play. Read.
Plant a garden. Get a dog. Walk the beach. Make a to-do list
and check the items off. Complaining won’t make the list any shorter. A
positive outlook just might. Organization most certainly will. There is no
legitimate technological replacement for a paper calendar. Hang it in a place
of prominence. Never forget a birthday. Always write a thank you note.
Listen to children. Be aware of what you feel and be willing
to say it out loud. Especially if the words are a compliment. Most especially
if the words are “I love you.”
A little later...
Got off my butt and fixed supper. Even though it's leftovers, it looks okay.
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