Dog Days of summer

I was complaining two weeks ago that it wasn't warm enough to make my squash grow... This week, squash bugs are killing the plants off and it is too dang hot to go out and pick the bugs off the plants except at 4:00 a.m. I don't usually like to get up that early, but I do it anyway... I've lost two plants to the devils so far.

I don't have anything to write, which is kinda sad, but my life is very... calm. No drama, which I am thankful for, but no...excitement, either. The baby is in swimming lessons. Or was the last two weeks, and will be again next week. Family reunion coming up. Not that I'm all that thrilled about that. It seems just when I feel I am making headway with parts of my husband's family, they slap me in the face and remind me that I will never be one of them.

We celebrated our 13th anniversary last month. And by "celebrated," I mean we got a babysitter for the kids for about 45 minutes and went to dinner at a fast food restaurant. But that's more than we've done for the last 12, so...

I'm writing a killer research paper for an English class I will never get an "A" in. It's killing me, getting "Bs" and "Cs" on my writing. No, literally, KILLING ME! Like to the point I feel I should be institutionalized before I lose my mind. I'm hoping my paper will be good enough to pull my grade up. It's worth about 70% of my grade, so it will make or break me this semester. I'm not sure if I am happy or miserable about that.

My sister, the inmate, got a job recently, cleaning motel rooms. She complains about it. She "only" makes $8 an hour. Yet, she has no high school diploma, no GED, and a felony record. She's currently still a ward of the state living in a sort of halfway house in Idaho and has the balls to complain about "only" $8 an hour. I'm hoping by my tone that any reader out there can get the point of how I feel about this without my launching into very ugly, hateful things.

I really don't have anything else to write, so this is all for now.