Monthly Archives: November 2011

Computers

You can’t live with ’em and you just can’t shoot ’em.

Or maybe that was men.

Either way I’m still hating computers… except for when I love them.

Or maybe that is men?

Right now I sort of hate them.

Computers.

Not men, or really man, before I get myself in trouble with John.

John is good.

Love him.

Hate the computers.

Now that we’ve got that straight…

Our regular computer died.

Again.

Again it seems to be a terminal issue.

 I’m thinking of shooting it but I can’t get Trip interested enough to point it.

We do have a backup computer now, which is great and I love.

 Except for when I hate it.

The problem is the back up computer is old.

It has four USB ports.

I have 76 things that would like a USB port.

One of them is my cameras card reader.

But even if I mange to get that into a port it completely freaks out the computer.

As in constant beeping while the mouse cursor jiggles it’s way across the screen full scale computer freak out.

Why a computer would do that is beyond me, maybe Trip would point this one…

But then I would be cut off from the internet and I’d have to go cry and we don’t want that.

In the meantime I think I’ll go make a wish on an empty Diet Coke can.

I hear that’s what you do when you are out of Diet Coke on a rainy day and you desperately need the Diet Coke fairy to come deliver a fresh one.

I think I’ll look for an empty Milky Way bar wrapper while I’m at it…

Scattered

Apparently I’ve turned into a scatter brained mother.

I’m blaming it on my kids.

It’s the only explanation I can come up with. I never used to have a focusing problem, well except when I was supposed to be writing a paper or studying for some giant test and would instead decide that I HAD to clean my room first. But that wasn’t a focus problem, more like an evasion technique.  I very much enjoy having time to work on one project and keep working on it until it is done. It is one of the things I MISS in my life since having children. I used to eat meals hours late just so I could finish up what I was doing and check another job of the list. So explain to me this morning…

This morning I am blissfully alone, John is out sitting in a tree with a friend and the girls are at their grandparents. I got to sleep in, although just to what time I got to sleep in is hard to say what with Daylight Savings Time messing with life again, but that’s a whole different story.Then I decided I should make some sweet potato muffins for breakfast so that there would be some to share when John and his friend finally get blown out of their trees and until they got here I would work on one of my Christmas presents I’m making. 

So I…

-checked the computer and found it was stalled out

-restarted the computer

-started water for tea

-started fire

-checked on computer

-preheated oven

-made tea

-checked fire

-did outside chores

-ate leftovers for breakfast while checking e-mail

-remembered the muffins and the preheated oven

-got half the ingredients ready

-realized I hadn’t fed the dogs

-fed the dogs

-let the dogs out

-washed three dishes

-continued making the muffins

-let Piper back in

-put the muffins in a tin without little paper liners, (why I do not know, I love paper liners, muffins should always have paper liners)

-washed three more dishes

-remembered the project

-sat down on the computer to look up directions

-wrote a blog about how I can’t focus

So back to the children, here is my theory. After multiple years of being unable to focus on any one thing for more than three minutes without hearing; “MOM,” unidentified screaming, or “Guess What?” I think it’s now just become habit that I must completely change direction in what I am doing every few minutes whether I need to or not. 

Good thing we are picking the girls up tonight so tomorrow morning when it takes me 2 hours to make breakfast I’ve got a good excuse.

Now what was I going to do?

 

A Rare Day

It’s a gorgeous day outside, sunny, warm, little wind, a rare treat for the first of November.

Even more rare was my urge to clean the kitchen, so I’ve been missing out on the beautiful weather to accomplish this:

Those of you who are perfectionists are probably wondering why there are still cobwebs, a back tag hanging above the sink, dirt chunks on the floor, a hole under the counter where a dishwasher should be and why we still have a counter that was chewed on by a certain Great Dane puppy many years ago.

Those of you who saw my house yesterday probably fell down in shock at the expanse of white counter top visible, pre-chewed or not!

I always run into a problem when I do a major clean, there are just some things there are no good spots for.

The binos, they live next to the microwave. Do we need 3 pairs there? No. Do I have any other place to put them? No.

The oatmeal doesn’t fit in any of the cupboards so it stays on the counter along with the deep fryer.

And then there is the bowl of miscellaneous small items. Screws from the dove cage the girls ripped out that haven’t gotten fixed, tiny bits of hardware for the ice maker water line, and the cat skull that I re-found behind the microwave.

Sometimes my life makes me wonder.

Just as I was beginning to think it was completely ridiculous that I had a cat skull hiding behind the microwave  Ivy saw the skull again and said, “MOM that’s really cool!  Is that a cat skull?”

Then the two of us had a conversation about what cats eat, (Eyes in front likes to hunt.) what holds teeth in, why skulls are hard and if Granny would like to see it.

Now I’m no longer wondering, we may have some unorthodox adornments in our house but it’s worth it!

(If you are wondering where the skull came from no need to worry it wasn’t a family pet, it was the remains of the cat in Confessions Of A Lawn Hater.)