I just spent all day trying to come up with something clever and winding up with fail.
And then, to top it off, I tried to make Spore work on my Mac again.
I know there’s worse things to happen to people than spending all day on a computer, but… I was trying my hardest to be clever and the universe just kept on reminding me that I’m stupid.
I feel pretty damn worthless right now.
I’m gonna go read a book. At least I can’t fuck that up.
Caution: spleen venting ahead. Beware of low-flying bile.
Hubby’s in the shits with me and vice versa. He’s in the shits with me because I refer to him for practically every last decision in and around the household, including the clothes and accessories I buy [which is shit difficult ‘cause I’m large all over].
I am in the shits with hubby because he essentially created this position.
If you’re going to criticise every
Read more »I did a genuine good deed, tonight. The cat bought in a bird and, being a cat, demanded acknowledgement of her great feline feat.
Mayhem spotted it, I discouraged the cat from holding the poor creature, and together we bought the poor thing to the relative safety of the front room.
It was a small olive-green honeysucker, judging by the proboscis-like beak and its long tongue. I held it in my hands for quite some time, and kept Mayhem from patting the
Read more »It’s Friday. The last school day before I’m off to strange lands.
So, of course, I’m making Hubby do everything I usually do whilst I’m here to supervise ‘cause I’m a paranoid B.
So far he’s woken up Chaos [Autistic, age 6] to come on a walk with him, Mayhem and the hound, and then left her lag behind 'cause I was there to hold her hand. Not encouraging,
Read more »I’m not diverting the ponies. They have served their purpose in keeping a nice, long queue for me.
Besides, I’m likely to fill up my queue with Thailand stuff anyway.
Got Hubby to walk the dog with me, this morning. As always, his ideas of hound control and mine differ greatly. And as always, his are super effective. When I get back, I’m going to have to use them.
In the great field of canid-related expenses,
Read more »You get this. An explaination as to why eleven days of ponies.
Long story short, the Internet died at home and I can no longer rearrange my posts, and posting more is a pain in the arse on my mobile devices.
But fret not, loyal followers! Soon, I shall be posting from/about Thailand! Pretty pictures, ahoy. Diatribes about why can’t we do X possibly accompanying same.
And in other news, the Hound has reached a point of annoyance where
Read more »I know when I’ll be back again.
Give yourself five geek points if you sang along, and ten if you yelled at the screen because I used the wrong words :)
Today’s the day. I’m headed overseas for the first time in my life.
And I’m a bundle of nerves that’s so bad that each of my nerves is a bundle of nerves and each of those nerves is nearly having a nervous
Read more »I’m moderately proud of myself, this morrow [7th April] as I found two problems with one solution.
Since we had the jungle lawn slashed down to lawnlike levels, we’ve had a LOT of grass lying around in clumps. Including clumps near the fence, which threatens the wood palings.
We also have a lot of pit traps where Hound decided to imitate Simon from the Yogscast and diggy diggy hole.
So early in the morning, before the sun decided
Read more »Hubby pointed out to me that I talk about my dying mac a LOT. As in, almost every time I speak to him, a lot.
I didn’t mean to pressure him. I just really, really hate not having a mac.
And here’s a few reasons why:
1) All my stuff was on there. Well, almost all of it. I was still trying to figure out how to get all my photos off my iPhone and onto the mac[
Read more »My week off is nearly over. Soon, it shall be back to the slog of chasing after two kids and a dog and bitching about various life trials.
Good news: It means I’ll have blogging material again [seriously, you’re all two posts away from ponies as I write].
Bad news: I’ll have two shoulder surfers and a hound to worry about.
But I also have Plans. One is a trip to the cinemas for good behaviour
Read more »My computer is dying.
It’s limping along for about twenty minutes or so before it crashes and has to cool down.
Which means I have just enough time to write in my blog before it’s out of commission again.
30 March. Sic transit gloria mundi.
And since we’re saving our shekels so I can have a holiday, blogging is going to be low priority. As is Facebook and minecraft. All my projects are officially on hold
Read more »Not literally. No. This is a metaphorical dawn. A dawn in the mind.
Followers of my ramblings - the ones who aren’t bots - will know I recently discovered the anti-joy of having a spur in my heel.
It’s painful to walk, most of the time. So I have gained a new appreciation of being able to walk without pain.
And last night… I cooked a meal for the first time in four fargnaxing weeks.
It was
Read more »My weight went up yesterday. Not because of extra eating now that I’m on my feet [7th Mar] but because of the extra moving I’ve been doing.
I put on some muscle mass.
Muscle weighs more than fat, so I’d rather have it.
My fat-weight’s been going down, too, according to hubby’s technoscales. And I have some nice looking graphs to show for it.
Today, I’m getting some laundry done
Read more »This is the first day walking without assistance. My weight has steadied out at 88.5 kilos for the second day and the house is a fucking sty ‘cause everyone left everything because they knew this day was coming.
Walking hurts like a rock in my shoe, even with the gel pads made to make walking easier. Without them, it hurts like a knife in my heel. Ergo, walking costs spoons. I have to sit and rest when I can no
Read more »My son seems to be a pathological liar.
I’ve reduced his computer time. I catch him out and lecture him EVERY single time [average: about 5 times a day, including made-up stories to “fit in” with the conversation]. We’ve even spent an entire night telling lies to him so he gets an idea about how frustrating it is to live with a liar.
He still lies.
He lies to get the things he wants. He lies
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