Having a quiet nite on the computer. I do this silly little thing on Facebook called, "Lil Farm" where I get to garden and grow crops and design a farm and everything! It's fun and since I won't be gardening for real for about 4 more months, it keeps my mind off the fact that everything outside my window looks like it is dead. Well tonight, I am not sure what happened but I had harvested a crop of cabbages and all of a sudden it was like I won the lottery! The total amount of money in my "bank" was $216,000 dollars! Not at all what I should have gotten. I went out and refreshed the page and yep, it was still there. Hmmm, what to do. It's not like I can call the programmer up and say, "By the way, you overpaid me for my crops, can I give the money back?" So, I went shopping! I bought a huge house, and kept my smaller abode for a guest cottage, got a pond for my ducks, a tractor for the garden, a patio set, a new cart, fences and some hedges. It was such fun! And I still have $21, 000 left. What a hoot!Speaking of Facebook. I know alot of people poo poo it. But I am amazed how many folks are on there. And it has been a great way for my family to keep up to date with each other. I just made "friends" with my late brother in laws mother who is in her 90's and who loves to play Wordscraper. I do too. So I set up two games with her, and she is holding her own and is as sharp as a tack. I think it is wonderful that this lady has learned how to do this and I look forward to getting to know her better. To my Facebook buddies out there, Good Night!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
I will Survive!
Slowly but surely I am on the mend. I still feel like I could fall asleep at the drop of a hat, coat and pair of shoes. But only one more work day to go and then not as much stress to deal with. Ya see, where I work, there are no subs available for nothing. And since I am the big kahuna, it, the one and only; unless I am dead, I really can't take time off. Besides, I do not want someone poking about my kitchen. I know, I know, not really good to work when I am sick, but I really think with all the precautions I take, I won't pass it on. Besides those kids are the probably the ones who gave it to me. It would be poetic justice!