Inside the Box in the Dining Room

My computer's story: he was born a poor black Dell...sorry, wrong tale. My first purchase as a newly-single woman was this HP...it has issues, doesn't always like to do what it's supposed to, but it's MINE and it doesn't track my whereabouts or tell on me when I've stayed up too late.

In February, I moved into my ex's house while he went to Iraq (so my son wouldn't have to change schools, blah, blah, blah). His office has his computer, bookshelves, etc. so I promptly took over the dining room. It is now my official READING ROOM (comfort is important in reading blogs). I bought a cheap computer armoire and a wireless router...so I open the doors and sink into my own little world. Bonus: I can eat and drink in there as much as I please.

Welcome to my space:



Moore Spring Break

My son has been on Spring Break this week. He's gone nowhere, done nothing except watch Bowling for Columbine and Fahrenheit 9/11 SEVERAL HUNDRED times! I think I might have to strangle him if I hear his Bush imitation one more time*:

"I call upon all nations to do everything they can to stop these terrorist killers. Thank you. Now, watch this drive."

*Not that I'm not proud to have raised a mini-liberal, but he needs more material.