It Just So Happens...

So where to start? Been a bit since my last entry. I know that my reader will be pleased that I wrote a lil somethin' somethin' (and yeah, I said reader as in singular. Only Sunshine reads me, I believe. She knows who she is lol). However, as I speak to her at least several times a week, she already knows whats what in my world and thus I blog only for numero uno.

That is, me.

Right now, we're watching Animal Planet. Well. The TV is turned to Animal Planet and I am in the same room as the television. Which leads me to another thought... is "telly" (as the Brits say) meant for television, or the telephone? I wonder this because, you know (or maybe you don't), I'm kinda weird. Not totally weird, just kinda weird.

Anyway. This is a most rambling post. And I haven't even been drinking.

Speaking of drinking, I am seriously thinking about NOT. I mean, not that I drink all that much anymore anyways, so it's not like I'll miss it overmuch. But the occasional cocktail is nice... only, it seems that I get sick over a little cocktail anymore. Gross. Not, like, puke sick, just headachey and nauseated. NOT cool. So I was thinking, maybe me no drinky drinky no mo'. I mean, why? If it just makes me feel not so hot?

Know what I mean?

My ex and I are going to go to Let's Make A Deal child support thing here in a few weeks. I'm assuming it's a few weeks, anyway. I have yet to receive the date. However, since he's been served (and yeah, THAT was interesting, getting him actually SERVED), he's supposedly responded and I should be seeing something in the mail here shortly. Finally. Anyway, the whole Make A Deal thing is where we meet with the mediator person and she/he gives us a number (based on our incomes) and then we haggle. Or not. I imagine that Aerial will want to haggle. Me, not so much. I more want to get it hammered out, signed, sealed and delivered. However, he's going to be paying support for three children... without visitation... so yeah, the number is going to be a biggish one for him. And I think that he will protest most vigorously, and hi-ho hi-ho off to the judge we go. I am not holding my breath for an easy outcome. I just really want to get what's fair.

And The Man and his ex are headed for the same Let's Make A Deal thing, too. I know that she at least received her paperwork, but I don't know that she's been served as of yet. Any day now, though... any day now. I gather that she will be less than thrilled.

Oh, well.

Let's see... oh! The weather. OMG the weather! It's been so BLEEDING hot lately! Ugh. I mean, yay, no snow or anything (NEVER will I live where it snows AGAIN) but damn... it's HOT! Ok. Not as hot as, say... Death Valley. I get that. But holy pants, Batman... 90 plus degrees is still PUH-LENTY hot, in my book.

Last but not least. Becky turned me onto these chips... only, they're not really chips. They are, but not.

Whatever. They're good and I'm good and addicted. The brand is Flat Earth, and the chips are BAKED FRUIT CRISPS. I am enjoying the Wild Berry Patch kind. They also make Apple Cinnamon and Mango Peach, neither that I have tried (yet) but this berry kind is DELISH!

Thanks, Beck.

So I'm sure that there is much more to report, since I lead SUCH an interesting life and all, but alas, my fingers are sore, and I am bored.

Buh-bye :)