nixtress's Diaryland Diary

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On why I hate automotives and other assorted things.

Instead of napping, I'm alternately reading diaries and watching the movie Se7en..which I adore. I'm a serial killer/true crime junkie, remember? These sorts of films hook me and reel me in.

And technically I don't need to nap--I've been bad and called off sick. So sleep isn't a priority at this point in the game.

The boys and I trundled off to see the Cat in the Hat today but my vehicle had other plans. Halfway there, it shut it's little old self off and wouldn't start back up. And so we sat in the driveway of a trailer park that was trying as hard as it could to be West Virginnie and waited and waited and waited...and then called the damn car company and threatened to send the vehicle back to them in pieces if they didn't get this fixed and then tried starting it one more time..and wouldn't you know it, vrrrroooom it went. To be safe, we came back home. Or rather we went to Wally World and THEN came back home.It's something in the fuel line. I'd thought I had the problem fixed but apparently it was simply hiding it's foul self from me.

Monday morning, once I get the boys to school, the friggin' thing is going to the shop and not coming out until it's fixed. And I swear to God if they charge me a dime, they'll be eating the vehicle and every payment left to make.

Other than that, today has been lovely. We slept in a bit and then parked ourselves in the street to watch the annual Thanksgiving/Christmas parade, came home and twiddled around the house a bit, and then began our fruitless trip to the movies.

Wally World was productive--I bought a new bra and this soft and comfy shirt that's just lovely, all dark muted colors and nice to touch. The boys came home with a couple new shirts and Cracker Jacks. Go figure.

All in all, it's been a rambling, meandering sort of day.

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In other news, I don't understand how Wacko Jacko can still have custody of his three children when he's facing charges of child molestation. That makes absolutely NO SENSE AT ALL. In everyday life, where people don't have millions of dollars, they'd lose their kiddos in a heart beat. Frustrates the hell out of me!

Paris Hilton and porn..huh. Like that's a big surprise? Puhlease.

And this whole Reality TV relationship bologna...I don't buy it. Had any of these relationships evolved in a normal manner, I might but when you have stylists and designers providing you with the trappings to keep you beautiful always, exactly how much of a real you does that other person see? What ever happened to bad hair days, and morning breath? I won't be one of those watching with baited breath to see if they marry.

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Friday our court held a super secret grand jury and two subroesa indictments were handed down. Speculation at this point is that they're going to hammer the mom who killed the twins with the housefire earlier this year. Apparently, Daddy told Mama to "shut them there kids up" and she did..permanently. Makes me sick and makes me violent. Two little souls snuffed out because someone couldn't handle the noise...

Bah.

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The boys are lying in my bed, watching cartoons until bedtime (half an hour from now) so I'll be roaming online for awhile. Hope everyone's enjoying a lovely weekend.

N.

7:07 p.m. - 2003-11-22

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