Just Felt Like A Rant

So...Donna has outted me. Nice.....

Let me start with this statement: No...I absolutely do not like to leave Long Beach. There are only three ways in...Through the marina and up Lake Shore Drive, down Karwick Road or down Moore Road and then left or right depending upon your destination. Okay...if you want to be sneaky you can scoot in through Michiana or whatnot, but those types of shenanigans don't fly with me.

And here's another statement: Why SHOULD I leave Long Beach. It's summer...what the fuck. The only reason I live here is because of the summer. And well, the soon-to-be-ex talked me into it...but that's a whole different talk show. But any case, our lake front is stunning and one of the best kept secrets around. If you spill our dirty little secret, I'll kick your ass, so beware. Lake Michigan is like a damned ocean from the vantage point of my beach chair. What's to leave? Would I leave to venture into Michigan City? Only when absolutely necessary. A Long Beach Snob? Perhaps, but I'm thinking God invented the internet for a reason. If I need to buy clothes for the girls? INTERNET. If I need to score cleats for my boys? INTERNET. If my oldest needs some godforsaken day-glow belt to add to his repertoire? INTERNET. If I need food? Not a problem....Al's is on MY side of Karwick and 12, thank you very much.

Now. This is not to say that I don't appreciate the occasional jail break. What's a jail break? Well, it's when I run away from home for a night or two and re-charge the mom-batteries. I get to pretend that I'm not just a mom and a soon-to-be-ex-wife. Always a good thing....see older posts for more info on that kind of nonsense.

Now, I've not posted in some time as we had a major storm roll through here a week ago today. A BIG ASS STORM. A storm that stole my electricity and forced me to live not unlike the Amish for five days. Yes, that's right. I was living like an Amish woman, albeit one with over priced highlights and cute high heels. A friend, after discussing NIPSCO, said "Fuck them!" And my response was "Really? Do you think if I took one for the team, they'd restore my power?" Okay...I really wouldn't go that far, but every now and then desperate times call for desperate measures. Just saying...

And yes, I did run to Donna's every damned morning like a junkie looking for crack in order to charge my Blackberry, iPod and Mac...but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Andy is allegedly looking to hit me up for the extra $15 that Nipsco is billing them this month, but that's a no-go. I'll continue to lurk in the shadows with all of the Bic's I've stolen from him....okay, fine...I didn't just use them to light candles...whatever.

Moral of the story? I don't have one...too bad, so sad...just felt like a rant...

Holy Hell...