nixtress's Diaryland Diary

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Quiet Sundays

Brought to my attention, yesterday was my 69th entry. Explains a few things, I suppose, in regards to my mood yesternite.

Against my protestations, I slept entirely too much today and most likely will be up forever tonite. Go, me.

Having caught up on all my followed diaries, I'm at loose ends. Work last nite was super quiet for a Saturday. Only two drunks to breathalize and while that's a good thing for society at large, it made for a boring evening for me. And it got cold AGAIN. What I wouldn't give for several consecutive days of warmth. And no snow.

And on that note, I'm instituting the NO MORE COMPLAINING rule for the night.

:)

Tomorrow being Monday, it's back to the schedule. The boys have to take snack again soon, so I'll be in search of ideas for healthy, kid-friendly snacks with some creativity to them. Thursday is not only my bday,but also a parent meeting for Early Literacy Development for Kindergarteners in the evening, mandatory attendance. Sounds like fun.

Funny story--my mother, recently introduced to the 'Net, is on a forwarding kick. Every forward she gets, ever, she sends to me as well. And while I've tried to explain to her that I rarely read them, she still sends them.She also doesn't understand spam completely. She opened her mail the other day and was greeted by a HUGE picture of a phallus popping up unannounced. She calls me in a panic and says, " I've gotten a porn virus!".

She's convinced herself that someone sent her a virus that's making porn pop up on her computer. She's also very confused as to why she keeps getting advertisements for breast enlargements and penis-proportion enhancers. After trying to explain that it happens sometimes when you have a web-based email system, I gave up. I just set up filters for her.

I don't remember being quite so...naive when I started online. But then, I'm getting old and I've been out here awhile so perhaps I was and just don't remember it. Too bad I hadn't started a diary back then--I'd have a point of reference maybe.

*shrug*

I'm hungry, and going to find something besides Girl Scout cookies to eat. Back after while.

N.

8:31 p.m. - 2003-03-09

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