When Verizon steps in that is when.
When we signed up for internet all those years ago we got an unlimited package. And now I guess they don't really truly offer it anymore.
Sort of,
After 5 G of data they give you crap, crap, crappy speed as a punishment for going over the 5Gs. And so it IS unlimited amount of slow speed.
So all of you watch out. You will get it too if you actually use your unlimited Verizon internet and go over. Can't wait to get punished by Obamacare too. And Obama Green and Obama Jobs.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Light Scrooge
As the only one of the six of us who can be called neighbors down our road who doesn't have lights up I have decided to do something about it.
Scott says "Not until the house is done" (When will that be? When the grand kids come to celebrate the first annual lighting of the house?)
Well, here is my decorating idea.
Is it too trashy?
Is it too trashy?Friday, December 18, 2009
Can you Wrap Used Presents?
I am not searching for the correct answer to re-gifting.
Nor do I want advice about letting the baby play with her presents and then wrap them.
(cause I would never DO THAT).
However, I do want and need to know if it is ok if my Dearest Dear Hubby can buy hunting Junk for himself right before Christmas and use it with gleeful delight.
And then, can I wrap said stuff put it under the tree, filling the empty circle around said tree. Only to have him unwrap it the next day all for the sake of my wee little ones.
When is TOO late to Put the Tree Up?
I am not much for Christmas...
I would have made a good wife to Scrooge a bahh to his humbug I think
... and for of you who know my hubby.....
Bahhh, humbug we say in unison.
The kids of course have not be tainted by our "love" (ahemm) of Commercial Christmas. I am all for the Christ in Christmas and do consider it a very lovely and person time for reflection and tear jerking gratitude.
After listening to the beggingandpleadingandworrying from the two, I bowed to inevitable to digging the tree and ornaments out of the garage ( by the way, the tree stunk like dust and I need to get a can of pine scented spray to make it festive.)
The tree, is partially done. Just enough to keep the kids from crying, but not enough because we have not been together as a family long enough to put it all together. It is the 18th. Maybe we can do it tonight. I was waiting on Scott, but it isn't going to happen.
He is gone all weekend and then some on a New Lands hunt.
Maybe we can have deer for Christmas dinner instead of turkey.
I would have made a good wife to Scrooge a bahh to his humbug I think
... and for of you who know my hubby.....
Bahhh, humbug we say in unison.
The kids of course have not be tainted by our "love" (ahemm) of Commercial Christmas. I am all for the Christ in Christmas and do consider it a very lovely and person time for reflection and tear jerking gratitude.
After listening to the beggingandpleadingandworrying from the two, I bowed to inevitable to digging the tree and ornaments out of the garage ( by the way, the tree stunk like dust and I need to get a can of pine scented spray to make it festive.)
The tree, is partially done. Just enough to keep the kids from crying, but not enough because we have not been together as a family long enough to put it all together. It is the 18th. Maybe we can do it tonight. I was waiting on Scott, but it isn't going to happen.
He is gone all weekend and then some on a New Lands hunt.
Maybe we can have deer for Christmas dinner instead of turkey.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence.
Talent will not;
nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent.
Genius will not;
unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.
Education will not;
the world is full of educated derelicts.
Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.
The slogan 'press on' has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.”
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