:duh: I’ve been having trouble with my ISP. At first it was the remnants of Ike, but then it never got better. I’d try and post a blog or reply to one and I’d hit post and I’d get an error page that said I wasn’t connected to the internet. I dumped an entire glass of tea on my one cordless phone, bought new ones and they didn’t work. I returned them and bought new ones and they were a wee bit better but not by much. I finally broke down and called the phone company.

Two nice men came out and the first thing they saw was the wire bundled outside from the phone line that used to run from our bedroom until we redid the back porch and when Mark pulled the siding off the phone line came with it. He never undid the wire from the box, so this wire was still live. I looked at him like he was high until he cut off the corroded part, put his machine up to it and sure enough, there was a dial tone. He told me he was surprised I had any service at all. One problem solved and into the house we went.

In my defense, the other phone jack is in the living room behind my Entertainment center. I have to run filters on my phone lines for the DSL. When I hooked up the new cordless phones, I neglected to get the plug in the right hole– :censored:–hence my dropping the internet every five minutes. Yes, I am a dork.

In other news, the Steelers are playing the Ravens tonight on Monday Night Football. If the Steelers lose, we’ll never hear the end of it from one of our neighbor’s who is from Baltimore. Goooooo Steelers!
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Last friday, my GMa called and said for me not to make dinner. She’d made the macaroni and cheese. She uses the recipe on the back of one of the boxes and usually it’s awesome. I was really looking forward to making a pig of myself. I went down, got it and brought it back to Helen’s and tossed it into her oven to finish cooking it. Told Mark he could make something to go with it for the kids, but that we were having mac n cheese with corn. I scooped some out for Helen and I and then Mark took the rest home. Each bite, I kept thinking something was missing or she added something different. I bit into something funky and politely removed it. It was a slice of garlic, but the texture was weird. I shrugged it off and continued to eat it while I chatted with Helen. We’d just finished when Mark came busting through the door.

“Don’t eat the macaroni and cheese!”

I glance down to my clean plate. “Um, why?”

He sees our clean plates and gives me this look and immediately, my tummy lurches. “It has bugs in it.”

“Nuh huh.” Was all I could say. Very prolific. My stomach is gurgling with the thought of eating extra protein.

He leaves and comes back with exhibit A. His plate. Yup. There’s a bug. “One bug?” He shakes his head and asks me to come over to the house with him. :scare: The whole damned thing is full of little black and brown bugs. Baked into the freaking cheese. I wanted to throw up.

I fed tainted mac n cheese to the person I’m supposed to be nursing back to health. Amazingly, she shrugged her shoulders and said, “You know, we’ve probably eatten worse.”

I didn’t want to think about that. I had the task of telling my eighty-two year old GMa that her macaroni and cheese was bug ridden. Apparently, she made a lot and she gave away a lot to the other older ladies in her building. :gah: She apologized profusely and I assured her there was no harm no foul.

When I got off the phone and left Helen’s, all I could do is laugh because she’s eighty-two and has Macular Degeneration and there are worse things that could’ve been tossed in there. Thank God she doesn’t own a cat. :happy0194: and Thank God she didn’t make this to take to the reunion or the rest of the extended family–Bubba–would’ve had extra protein in his macaroni and cheese.