So, I have this mp3 CD that was made for me by an old friend. It has 6 hours of music on it. I hadn't listened to it in a while, but recently started listening to it a lot again cause it has a very ecletic mix of music on it. Moments ago, I was listening to a song ( I Don't Like Mondays by the Boomtown Rats, if you must know) and I thought "Man, they sure don't ever make music like this anymore". I swear, I thought it, and then whimpered with sadness for my elderly-ness.
I did feel slightly better though, a few minutes later when Eleanor Rigby and then Good Vibrations came on, (editors note - Good God I have great taste in music) cause probably when those songs came out, the listeners thought the same thing, and there has certainly been a lot of great music since then. Perhaps part of my problem now is that I only listen to the radio in the car and then I mostly let Paul pick the station and he really prefers that rap/hiphop stuff, which, with a few exceptions, sounds all the same to me. For example, Usher. So far as I can tell, Usher has one song, the speed is varied, and sometimes he's singing about sex and other times about love, but its still the same basic song. I deem it crap! I have spoken!
Now, I'm listening to Let It Whip, by the Dazz Band (which I first heard on a tampon commercial years ago and spent hours trying to locate), which I'm afraid can only be considered disco music. But I am not ashamed!
In other news...um...all is well...um... yeah, really there is no other news. The things that I do are clean, cook, take care of Smeagol and occasionally watch movies or go out for a meal with Pauly. So, the apartment is clean, the cupboards and fridge are bare, so little cooking is being done, Smeagol is happy and snoring beside me(although I need to take her to the groomers when we can afford it cause she is starting to slide along the linoleum on her long nails, and I need to wash her face wrinkles more thouroughly than usual tomorrow since Paul pronounced a short time ago that her face smelled of 'old waffles'), and Pauly and I watched Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels tonight and it was fairly good.
There is a bit of a backlog on some things that I'm in charge of, but they are mostly due to money. For example, as I said, Smeag needs to be groomed, and also, we have a laundry crisis since our damn dryer conked out. I've been doing undies and socks as necessary and I brought a load of work uniforms to Alet's last Friday when she invited us over (for an oil fondue, SO good), Other than that, I wash stuff when we need it and then hang it over various pieces of furniture to dry. But that kind of sucks since things get so stiff then. I hate putting on stiff panties in the morning! And, also, as I mentioned, we are in dire need of groceries. Well, that's not true, we are reduced to ramen and mac and cheese, which is fine and all, just boring :)
My mom (I've related this story earlier about what she said to me and then apologized, and then apparently felt really really really guilty, since she) sent me a Canadian $50 bill in the mail a while ago. I thanked her profusely but pointed out that perhaps she shouldn't send cash in the mail? She was slightly embarrassed, but pointed out that her only other option would have been to write a cheque, and then my dad would have seen the entry. In other words, dad said no and she sent it from her pension cheque. Ask me how that makes me feel?! Conflicted!! Anywho, we could surely use the $40ish that that would give us, but we have yet to find a BANK that will CHANGE Canadian MONEY. Sincerely, banks, which, it was my understanding, dealt with monetary issues, do not change Canadian money here or allow you to cash in your change. Don't even get me started on this subject. *pant pant* But when we do get that changed, I will have big decisions to make as to whether to use it for bills and necessities, as we need to do, or for something to ' brighten my day' as my mom requested. But, that's a fun decision to make.
Bout it for now. Y'all have a good day now, y'hear!
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