Money woes

Why can't we use rocks as currency? I live in the mountains. Instead of a bank account, I could just drive up the canyon, break out a pick ax, and chop away. We could still write checks, and have credit cards, but for payments, we lob of a hunk of granite or limestone whatever happens to be available, drop it in the neighborhood VISA box for pickup. The same for pay checks. We get a slip saying how much we are getting, take it to the quarry, and get a bagful of equivalent, easy to carry stones.

Think about it. This would create many stonecutting jobs, stone delivery and pickup jobs, the economy would rise, and I would not be poor. I would have enough money to pay rent, gas, electric, phone/internet and cell phone bills. I would have enough left over to put gas in my car, buy toiletries, and not go back on what I now call the "anorexic diet." (Currently referred to by friends as "The Pancake Diet.") I would have enough to care for my car when things go wrong. I would have enough to visit my parents when they ask me to. I would have enough to go see Kathy, like she's been asking me to do since she moved to Connecticut. I would have enough. Period.

Must love British...

Yet another gem from the online tabloid Anorak:















"How many Bush Administration officials does it take to screw in a light bulb? None. There is nothing wrong with the light bulb; it's conditions are improving every day. Any reports of its lack of incandescence are delusional spin from the liberal media. That light bulb has served honorably, and anything you say undermines the lighting effect."

The sweetest and most embarrassing thing...

It seems my mother contacted Bonnie this week (for those of you who don't know, I've babysat for her for 4 years or so, and her kids are in my class) and asked that she do something for me. Bonnie talked to my boss, and Mike (her husband) brought birthday treats for me and the kids today. All the kids sang Happy Birthday to me and kept saying, "happy birthday Ms. Mrichelle!" (That's how most of them say it.) Then, my boss gave me $20 and sent me home early!

Last night Jeannie, Jessie and I went to a Harry Potter literary discussion last night. I felt rather dorkish to tell the truth, but it was fun anyway. Though, when they asked us what we were dressing up as for the party tonight, they gave us shocked death glares when we said we weren't dressing up. We're going to the city library party tonight, but leaving early to get to media play to pick up Jeannie's book. Hopefully, my copy will be at the post office tomorrow. I haven't gotten an email from Amazon yet to say that it's been shipped. The closest I've gotten is one that said they were confident that it would be delivered July 16. By 7:00 pm. It had so better be there way before then!!

Two things...

First and foremost, my heart goes out to London, who in the span of 24 hours went from jubilation to terror.

Second...will somebody please get this man some training wheels???