MREs

When I first bought my box o' meals, I was excited. I ate a couple, and then I sort of just walked by them all the time, wondering when I was ACTUALLY going to use them... I mean, the Zombie apocalypse seems to be taking its sweet time, and the great recession isn't really so bad as we had thought it might be so ...
A few days ago I decided to use one of the MRE heaters and ... wow. Those things are cool... you just tear the top off the bag, put the MRE in with the heater, pour in a little bit of water, close the bag, shake it some, and then ... let it get hot.
And it gets HOT. I ate a spaghetti MRE with one of the wheat bread rolls and some diced pears for dessert. It was pretty damn good...
And I've been eating them up pretty steadily since then. I have about ten heaters left and about thirty MRE meals.
I thought about what I had spent on the box of about 150 meals... seventy five or so bucks.
I think I actually came out pretty well on that deal, since I have been able to eat dinner after dinner out of that box.
IT appeals to my thrifty nature, my sense of adventure, and I get to not cook. It occurs to me that this might just be the way to go if one could afford it. Had I paid full price for those MREs it would have cost me a few hundred dollars.
Earlier the white trash neighbors were arguing up a storm. They went for a walk around the block apparently one trying to get away from the other but they ended up back at the house. He was saying that she hit him in the eye and she was saying "BUT I apologized!" over and over.
My roommate says she had talked to them earlier and the woman had just gotten a job but the guy doesn't have one and is feeling resentful.
I suppose the fact that they drink and smoke dope all day might have something to do with his not having a job.
I went to buy that bedframe yesterday and when I got home with it, the neighbors and their riff raff were standing in the street smoking so much dope it was making me worry about inhaling and driving.
one of them offered to help and I declined, mostly because I didn't want them to see any of my belongings in the house (I can see them seeing my laptop and wanting to steal it and sell it for dope money) but also because they were so high I could not see them navigating the stairs.
I've been looking on line for boxsprings: WHO KNEW they had these cool box springs that fold up, they are delivered in a box. You can put them together by hand, and the slats just roll out. Its' a 'foundation', and they are about two hundred odd dollars. I guess that would work pretty well...
I decided not to move to that place in Five Points: 1) I'd have to pay for laundry.
2) I would have to pay for internet
3) I would have to pay for cable OR buy a convertor box and antennae
4) The room is wicked small and the guy wanted to store his desk in there.
5) I would have to pay utilities
So... I think I will brave it here and just make the best of it. I would like to have a deck. I wonder how hard it would be to build a deck. I'm dreaming of course. No one is going to build a bloody deck on this ramshackle house.
I'm drinking a Mountain Dew Throwback. Tastes so good with real sugar in it. Who knew that one day a MTN DEW with sugar would be a rare treat.
We are so dependant on Highly Fucked Up Corn Syrup (as Terri Noble calls it)
I wrote my mom and then called her, no answer. I'm off the hook!
I hate talking to her. She sounds so small and feeble, although she's not feeble. She's just small.
She's gotten a bit of a dowager's hump the last few years, I hope I can avoid that... I had better get to that gym.
Need to go to Goodwill and take this stupid 'beach body' system my brother ordered off the tv or whatever. No one is going to use those rubber fucking bands to get in shape.
I need a treadmill OR a bowflex or just to go to the gym. I can use my sister's gym probably: I need to keep on that, get the number or the entrance card from her..
That would be my solution
I have simply not done much today. It takes me all of Sunday to feel normal again : my back to stop hurting, my head to stop pounding from the constant constant heavey lifting and running at work.
I had a delcious MRE and some MRE mashed potatoes and some MRE lemon poppy seed pound cake. I am totally suited to those things. For a snack I will have the diced pears or the pineaplle.
Makes it so I never have to come out of my room on Sunday if I dno't want although I did go get my bed frame off the bloody porch.