i'll try this one more time

well,well,well, it has worked! and i did it all by myself! tomorrow, i will have forgotten how to do this and i'll be calling for help again.

well, today was my day off. i did nothing but blogsurf and listen to Dreamland and Coast to Coast AM. my husband called me a dozen times. typical for a sunday without a visit. he gets lonely easily. it has been freakin freezing in his cell. cold air is blowing thru the vent and if he blocks it off and gets caught, he could get a two-nighter or a five-nighter...which means no visits, phone privileges or yard privileges. the prison won't turn the heat on until November 1st. anyone who reads this, please remember to walk the proverbial straight line (or walk a crooked line, but don't get caught!) because prison is no place to be. some of the inmates consider it a vacation and practically love the place. they call their girlfriends/wives/moms and boss them around on their loved ones dollar and think nothing of it. i can hear inmates over the line SCREAMING at their wives and calling them bitches and both Maniac Mike and i wonder why the wives would even accept those calls. why? and some inmates will tell their loved ones not to visit on certain days because the inmate will be BUSY! busy? in a freakin prison? sheesh, i tell ya.

well, this is enough for one post. i'll be back after my shower and tell you about some cool blogs i found today. i think i will make it a sunday feature to tell you about some cool blogs, thus helping others to get some exposure (not that I get a lot of exposure) and please tell me where to find your blog, too. thanks.

pass the sacremental wine...burp

my husband was telling me that the religious leader for Medium Security brought into the prison some WINE for a church service. WINE. into prison. this is called 'introducing contraband to a correctional facility' and if she were working for the Florida prison system, she would have been prosecuted under that law. and what happened to the wine? well, someone drank it. all of it. some inmate found the booty and thought....well, what would YOU think. i'd think, "Happy Hour!"

and what DID happen to the silly bitch? not a damn thing. only in RI.

stealing seven things

well, it's almost time for me to leave for our 4pm visit. i just wanted you folks to know that, when i get back, i plan on plagiarising from the blog www.onkroes.blogspot.com. he has a column called "seven things i...." that looks like it was awfully fun to do. so i'm gonna do it. but not now. no, later. because now i have to get out of my pj's and into some street clothes to go and visit my huband. i just wanted to give onkroes (steve) a chance to press charges for stealing. please convict me and put me in my husbands cell. or atleast the cell next door. we can pass love notes back and forth, and he can show me how to make a shiv out of a toilet paper roll and we could raise a pet spider named Spot and we would get visits from my son and i wouldn't have to go to WORK! oh, what a happy little family we would be.

i don't feel like it

i don't feel like writing this "morning". can't remember my dreams, don't have nothing to say. must be sick. brain must be working offline. need caffeine.

i'm having a cup of Irish Breakfast tea direct from Dublin via Stop and Shop. i'm having it with raw turbinado sugar and a dollop of half and half. my husband already called me once this morning around 8am. i remember a bit of the conversation which is good, since i usually remember nothing or even less. he'll call me again in about a half hour. he spends about $350 on phone calls a month. this is far better than the $500 or $600 he paid when he was in Florida. if i were to start a business, it would be correctional calling because i would be rolling in other people's dough. it is a HUGE business. you know who else makes money off the prison system? Bob Barker. yep. The Price is Right guy. he sells mini shampoo bottles and soap to the prison industrial complex to sell to inmates. i never liked Barker even though he does good for cats and dogs. i just thought there was something creepy about him. and how could anyone stay with one project for so long? wouldn't you want to move on, or retire or SOMETHING. how many boob flapping, white trash talking women does he need to fondle (ok, i've never seen him fondle a CONTESTANT) before he has enough? i would of made my money and been out of there toot-sweet.

all those game show hosts are creepy. Alex Trebec? does he still live with mommy? and the guy that now hosts Hollywood Squares (now there's a lame bit of unentertainment)....whats his name? Tom Bergeron? i used to watch him in the 80's when he was hosting People Are Talking out of Boston. i like him then. then he started to pop up everywhere, and he's not aging well and voila, game show freak. going from a decent talk show to Americas Funniest Videos to a game show is going the wrong way in life.