Eye rolls and frustration

Well today was interesting, dull and time consuming. I recently, in fact yesterday, switched internet companies because the one I had kept jacking up the price. Also, horrible customer service would be an understatement.

So, I switched companies.

At half the cost it was a no brainer.

So I signed up with a new company at half the cost, no contract, all the bells and whistle‘s.

Yesterday a technician came for the installation while I was at work. My daughter was at home so she was able to allow him access to perform the installation.

So, today, I canceled the other Internet company; they shut down the Internet and when they do I discover my new installation was only Wi-Fi from my house Internet hub. There is absolutely no hard connection. My entire house is cat 5 wired it’s fairly new and not one of the jacks works. To make matters worse, I ordered phone service, yet the phone lines do not work. I was messing around with my lighting hub and thermostat hub all day until finally I clued in and thought I should try and see if my laptop will plug-in to the connection in the wall. My laptop wouldn’t get connection to the Internet through a straight cable connection. I thought maybe it was just that specific plug, so I moved to a new location; that didn’t work either, so I moved it to a third location. None of them worked! When I called up the company they tell me I will have to be charged $85 to have a new technician come in and fix what the incompetent technician did not complete. I’m not going to pay $85 for somebody else’s laziness and lack of ability to do their job. I’m not wrong here am I?

Hello world!

Well, hello! 

Here it goes. Baby blogger here. So please be kind. I know that there are all sorts of blogs out there to follow. Take it or leave it, I’m here to exercise……my writing—no cardio, weights, or yoga on this page.

I first started writing by journaling when I was a pipsqueak and believed the stupid little lock on my red diary would actually keep people out. HA. The joke was on me. Those fake locks wouldn’t keep a cat from opening the book. If the previous sentences didn’t, clue you in….my diary was opened and read by someone, I will not name, but let’s just say that it birthed some trust issues. 

I love writing. I can pore my brain out onto the pages.

Take two:

Journalling as an adult……

ah yes, the old saying- fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. Yes, embarrassing as it is to admit it, a second person, and supposedly someone who should be trusted, yes, read my private journal. Gasp!*** Would rather be seen naked in the grocery store.

It was a journal for feelings and expression. Good gravy and meatballs! I expressed opinions that I typically suppress. Journaling was meant to be a safe zone for gushing out frustration or unspoken thoughts.

Thoughts be broken. 

Anyway, here is where I come to write. 

This blog will be for writing, not a journal. Writing is a passion, hobby, and therapy wrapped up into one. Not my only hobby, but this is the one I choose to blog. 

Blog, blog, blog. Saying it out loud three times fast sounds like a drowning frog.

The plan is to purchase a prompt writing book or use a prompt from somewhere and write the first things that come to mind in five minutes. gaaaaa, I may cheat a bit end up going longer than five minutes, but I’m in charge, so that’s ok.

I challenge myself to at minimum 3 times a week. I could make it a daily challenge, but I could easily get caught up in the rut of being disguised with myself if the goal is not met. That would snowball into shame hiding and not continuing, and WHY would I risk torturing myself? Nope, the challenge is 3 times a week.

You are more than welcome to follow along.

Now to find my props… um prompts