Wednesday, Mar. 03, 2004 - 2:46 p.m.
Greetings,
Last night about 9:30 Thomas popped his head around the bedroom door and told me I was free to play Sims if I’d like. So I actually got up out of bed and went to play until after midnight. Then I got up again at 5 a.m. and after making coffee, cleaning out the litter box and liberally spritzing the house with Renuzit air freshener, played until about 6 or so.
Today makes Day 3 we’ve gotten to work on time and I credit this entirely to my Sims playing. I hop out of bed in the morning instead of trying to fit in just ten more minutes of sleep or quasi-sleep.
Well, okay, Thomas is also helping our On Time Efforts by getting up about 5-10 minutes after I do. Only I can validate my obsession with the damn Sims if I lay this success at their door and not Thomas’s. But honestly compels to say that Thomas’s contribution to the On Time Efforts is vital.
So, thanks, sweetie.
They are tearing up the street in front of our house again to fix the sewer lines or upgrade the road or a combination. All I know is that cable was out last night (but cable modem was not) and I am hoping this will not be true tonight because apparently there’s a Stephen King mini series starting tonight and Andrew McCarthy is in it and I still have a secret 80s style crush on him. He was the nice boy of the Brat Pack and as such, I tended to not admit I liked him almost as much as I liked, say, Rob Lowe, but I will admit this whole crush thing now that the 80s are (long) gone and probably a lot of people who read my LJ won’t even know who he (or even Rob Lowe) are. Hopefully some of you will because otherwise I will feel incredibly old, which, undoubtedly, I am, but still. I think Andrew McCarthy AND Rob Lowe are both older than me. In fact I know they are. But I’ll never divulge by how many (few) years. They are in their 40s and I am in my 30s and really that’s all that needs to be said.
Poor Thomas misplaced the lid to his PJs travel mug and with the tearing up of the road outside our house and the general disrepair of Tchoupitoulas, he has had coffee blurt all over the place two days running this week. Luckily we carry wads of Wendy’s and PJs napkins in the car for emergency purposes and so super crisis has been averted, but he’s still not very happy about things.
Apparently we are not destined to ever have a travel mug survive intact or unlost for more than a six-month stretch. We never have more than two at a time and usually one of them is leaking and/or at work instead of at home to be filled up or something. One time I drove off with my travel mug on top of Kharis and had to drive around the block and retrieve it (rather the worse for wear). One time I left a perfectly good travel mug on the table in the lobby at work where some sneaky security guard (I suspect) stole it. Unless it is floating around the Lost and Found somewhere. If we have a Lost and Found it’s news to me, but probably we do.
I have this horrible urge to go home sick (or call in sick) so I can indulge in the Sims but I won’t do it. It’s just something I fantasize about.
I read an article on msn today about how having a million dollars is NOT ENOUGH to retire on. Not at age 50 at any rate. Most people my age (or a little older) have about $400,000 saved up in retirement funds, etc. apparently. I have about $400 I think. Give or take a dollar or two.
At this rate I will be 107 before I accumulate a million dollars. I don’t want to be a secretary when I am 107. I just don’t. I’ll probably be a greeter at Wal-Mart and my teeth will keep falling out and I will hitch rides on people’s carts because I’m too tired to stand up on my old, old, old, old feet. The prospect is not pretty.
Who are these bastards with $400,000? With a MILLION dollars by age 50? I don’t know any millionaires. My parents are retired. Supposedly they are sitting on two million bucks between them or so they should be. Somehow I doubt they are.
But, you know, Mom, Dad, if you are….can I have $400,000 so I can catch up with everybody else in America??? Riiiight.
I’ll bet my ex-husband has at least $400,000. But he also has zero personality, an undiagnosed schizophrenic disorder, a drug addict brother, and elevator shoes to even get to 5’5”.
You have to look at the big picture at times like these.
And buy lottery tickets…
Until next time,
Olrun
