I'm hungry.

It would seem that it has been almost an entire month that I have had a real meal except for today when Mom made the best marinara sauce she ever made and doesn't plan on ever making again. She doesn't think she can make it the same twice.

It had:
Spaghetti sauce packet X2 packets
Diced Tomatoes With Chilies X1can
Water
Suger X3 spoons
Maple syrup X3 swirls
Mushrooms X1 can

Now it has been hours since I ate that delicious sauce. I am very hungry and I wish there was some good food around here to eat. I keep thinking about all the things to eat when I have more money.

Things like;
Taquitos
Burritos
Taco Bell
Fazzoli's
More Spaghetti
Real Potatoes
Chocolate Pie
Different kinds of rice
Different kinds of pasta
And a lot of other stuff, too.

The Domino Purse Effect

Mom and I were looking at Socially Awkward Penguin memes when we came across one that looked like this.

I started laughing hysterically and Mom knew what I was laughing about before I could even take a breathe, compose myself and say it.

We were at Cici's (an all you can eat pizza buffet place) when we were getting ready to leave. As Mom was walking out the door she thunked every single person she walked by with her huge purse. Her huge purse that she kept bouncy balls, old receipts, and spare change among other things in. 

Everything under the sun. If you could name it, it was probably in there. The best part was how not ONE person said ANYTHING to Mom. She walked passed a whole row of people, thunking every one of them in the head and NONE of them said ANYTHING. I think maybe they were just shocked.

It is something we all still have a good laugh over. 

I'm tired but...

I needed to start a virtual diary at some point in time. Even if nobody reads it. Even if only I go back and read it. This way I can chart my life somewhat. That sounds weird but it is sort of what I'm doing. And maybe someday somewhere someone will benefit from this. That's what I'm hoping anyway. 

And that this won't turn out like the "dead road"s the other diaries and virtual diaries I started have turned into...meaning I don't write in them. I may be an author but I certainly don't feel like a very interesting person and "blogging" seems to belong to interesting people. My mom even started a blog and hers already seems better than mine. And all she does is talk about how everything is better than blogging. I'm hoping that blogging will keep my writing skills sharp.