They Do Work Together

Picture a late night with one of your really good friends.  Laptops are open, the creative juices are flowing, the kids are in bed {you know aside from the teenagers that are at after-prom}….in short a perfect blogging evening.

I break open my Macbook Pro only to find that it won’t connect to the internet.  No biggie, the poor thing is nearly nine years old, and my dear friend has a back up computer.  So instead of losing my ever loving mind trying to get the Macbook working, she gives me her work laptop to use.

The track pad is jumpy and it won’t see photos that I need for some posts.  In short it is making me want to chuck it out the window.  But, alas, the windows are closed and it’s not my computer.  I try and I try some more to no avail….this stupid computer is sucking the life out of me.  So much so that when my friend posts on Facebook about all of the late night writing we will be getting done, I proclaim the computers sitting in front of me to be wiener heads.  That’s right…wiener heads.

Then I look up and that’s when I realized that these computers are conspiring against me to keep me from updating my blog.  Yes, that’s right I totally just threw a couple of computers under the figurative bus because sadly Nichole lives out in the country and not too many buses pass by her front door and I am pretty sure that the Amish would just drive their buggy around it while cursing the English.

So one Mac and one PC {a Dell to be exact} are talking to each other and conspiring against me…’s either that or well, I just don’t want to think of the alternative.

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Two Days of Research Done

The other day I got all sucked into the vortex that is the interwebs when I decided to see what adventures she & her family were on in their new home of Chicago when I saw these. Before I knew it I had gone upstairs to grab my credit card and purchased myself a pair in black.

After the sale was completed, I realized that maybe I shouldn’t be making rash decisions about purchasing things at 2:30 in the morning.  A time that I would have normally been asleep for close to six hours at this point.  (Yes I understand how lame I sound by telling the world that most nights I am asleep by 8:30 PM, but I am pretty sure we established my lameness earlier this week.)

I tossed and turned all night long.  Not because of buyers remorse, but because my darling husband was peacefully sleeping next to me and Chewey the Cat was wandering around the house just randomly meowing….you know, because she can.

While trying to sleep I will admit that I wondered if people ever got bark correcting collars for their cats and how much something like that would set me back.

This morning, after two and a half hours of sleep, I head off to work while the husband enjoys a day off.  I muddle through my morning….with caffeine.

The husband tells me on my lunch that he has found the perfect television for us.  A little back story….the husband told me two days ago that our television’s tube was dying.  (yes, yes we had one of those behemoth television sets that no one has any more)  I told the husband that perhaps he should start researching a television set if we were going to need one sooner than later. 

I know, I know…you all are asking why I am surprised that it took him two days to find a television that he likes.  I am here to tell you that this man researches everything to the point of exhaustion.  It took him nearly two weeks to figure out which waffle iron to get.  We went weeks without a working microwave.  But a television, one of the most expensive things we’ve had to purchase in our marriage…..two days.

So during my lunch hour, in my sleepy stupor, I committed to my husband not only buying a television, but we got one so large my nearly six foot daughter can do this with the box.

The Chicken in a Panasonic Viera Box

I will admit it is nicer and the picture is clearer.  But, suddenly I don’t feel so bad about purchasing those boots at 2:30 in the morning.

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And in the end I will probably just have an elephant……

I feel like I have a gun to my head because my dear friend, Nichole, is making me write a post because apparently one can’t go five months in between posts and still be considered actively blogging.

I realize that she is just pressuring me because she loves me and this drivel that I spout out here and there.  Maybe she wants to make sure that I didn’t get eaten by zombies and that I survived the scariest “hotel” room in the history of rooms.  I mean I could practically hear the screechy horror music in my head and when I went to the bathroom I made sure that the shower curtain was wide open and that the door was partially cracked, but she should know all the answers to these questions, as she was right there with me apologizing the whole way. Perhaps she is concerned that I got lost in the Big Apple or got kidnapped by a band of gypsies at the airport from my many delays getting home, but again she knows because she is sitting right next to me knitting her little heart out.

Being unplugged felt good, but then after a while I wanted to return and I couldn’t.  But then one day I wanted to come back and I couldn’t reach the plug and I looked for my extension cord. I looked high and low for that stupid cord and no matter how hard I tugged and tugged I just couldn’t get the words to come out and to get plugged back in.

Hell, I was even getting called out by The Chicken on my lack of writing up in this space.

I realized that freelancing is hard stuff, especially the whole being your own boss thing. It’s hard to carve out a living for yourself and  I do much better with someone telling me what to do and when they want me to do it (most of the time anyways).

So much has happened in the five months I have been gone…..

I realized that I was married to the most unobservant man on the planet when I came home from BlogHer with a pierced nose and he didn’t say anything about it for over a week!

I have been married longer than I wasn’t.

I had a fabulous girls weekend with Nichole & Amanda.

I saw how milk gets from the cow to the table.

The Chicken is taller than I am.

Giggles is now and adult and as of yesterday she had completed all of the requirements to graduate from high school.

Speaking of high school….The Chicken is now in it!

Barney no longer eats underwear cro.tches….well, most days.

I upgraded my phone to an iPhone 5 and I LOVE it!

And….I got a big girl job.  I had been subbing for our local school district doing various tasks (mostly secretarial) and at the end of November they offered me a position  that started two weeks ago.  I have a salary, benefits, and work 12 months out of the year.  It has been crazy, but oh so fulfilling.

I want to be here, I miss it so much but it seems like there isn’t enough time to do it all.  I thought of a reward system where I could do so many posts a month so I could get the next charm on my charm bracelet, but I am pretty sure in the end I would still just have an elephant.

If I can make my way back from the edge of an island, I can do anything.


Disclosure: I bought the charm bracelet with my own monies and Lisa doesn’t even know that I am blogging about it today.  But it’s lovely and you should totally go get one for yourself.


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