No, I am not in rehab...
...my husband is! Just kidding. He's in his Fancy Pants Plane training class (yes, that's the official title!), no seriously, he is training to fly a new aircraft for his job. So, that means, I am on full-time double duty! Which, all in all, even though just an hour ago I was yelling at the top of my lungs to be heard over my children's whining and screaming when Finding Nemo ended and no one wanted to calm down for dinner, hasn't been too bad. I know as crazy as that sounds, let me explain. I knew it was coming and knowing is half the battle. It's the lengthy trips that get extended without any notice that really cause me to go berserk. This was planned and I know he will be coming back and if I can get through these crazy training times, I can get through his regular job which is easy enough when he's gone for a few days back for a day or two, then out again. Those become a picnic in a flower filled meadow! This is Day 12 and there is still a busy week of school ahead and pre-school outings planned and then another week and things will start to settle into more of his in and out routine when training is over.
One thing I have gotten really used to is the reading time. We all know I love to read, but Official Nighttime Reading Time only became official by default. It became my only option (but we all know that I am beyond fine with that). How did it become my only nighttime option? Simple enough: The children either have bionic hearing (which I doubt because of aforementioned Mommy yelling over screaming and whining) or they have rigged up some device of which I am not aware that alerts them when Mommy sits down to watch a movie, show, or simply turns it on. I am led to believe it's only a movie or show that I've been planning on seeing because it's only when I would LOVE to be interrupted from some mind-numbing inane programming that I cannot even believe I am watching, yet inexplicably am unable to turn off that I am NOT interrupted, so they MUST know when I am wanting to enjoy a specific show or movie. How? I haven't figured out yet. I came to the deciding point when an hour and a half girly movie ended up taking over three hours to get through a mere hour and five minutes because my daughter kept coming into my room asking what I was watching, that she heard a noise from the movie and wanted to know what it was, or to come and say she loved me...again, all while staring intently at the paused screen trying to figure out what Mommy could possibly watch at night without her that is so interesting. So, after all that, I figured, if I just read quietly, 1) I can just re-read the portion during which I may have been interrupted which is easier to do with a book then having to queue up a movie and 2) it's quiet and if I turn a page, I don't think either will run in and want to know what that noise was in the book that I am reading. Now, I know I have other options such as folding laundry, dishes, organizing, writing thank you notes, grocery and meal lists, and so on, but let's face it, that's not what I want to spend my ONLY ALONE TIME doing... so I don't. I try to get those done during the day and get the kids involved the best that I can, so I can enjoy what is now the official nighttime activity.
Needless to say, one can get through some fairly decent sized books in 12 long and quiet evenings when not much interrupted or when sleep doesn't come so quickly because of those lovely bladder kicks and somersault rolls from our little expected Pollywog. So, for the remainder of my nights, I am attempting to see just how far into The Lord of the Rings that I can get... which is the subject for an entirely separate blog.
Here's to reading and letting my blog's randomness rule... and to Middle Earth.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
One Man's Trash...
is his wife's new toy!
As the wife of a techno-junkie, I find it a great perk to get the so-called "hand-me-downs"! My husband gets a fantastic new job, so he needs his tecnho-upgrade. This means his old computer goes to Yours Truly. Of course I joke that I get the used goods, but in all honesty, I am so thrilled to get a new(er) computer! My previous mac laptop was the saddest sight you ever saw. It would not run at all unless it was plugged in and even then, the power cord was bent and mutilated so badly that I had to jam it in and yank the cord tight underneath in order to keep it plugged into the side of the laptop. The wires underneath the plastic covering were showing through and I am sure it was not the safest as it would get burning hot after a few minutes and then the poor thing would begin to whir and whine pitifully until I was done abusing it. The little rainbow would spin for a minute and a half when you clicked on anything... How much of my time has been wasted just waiting to open my mailbox? It would be sad to know. Furthermore, only one side of the finger pad worked, so in order to click, I had to make sure that I was pressing down rather hard on the upper left corner only. The rest of it must have decided to take an early retirement. The "5" key was downright missing and I have a sneaking suspicion that one of my children pried it off and they could have possibly ingested it as well. I really hope not, but I haven't seen it since it was in it's proper place. Also, it's a good thing I know how to type without having to search for the letters on the keys because most of the keys on the upper left hand side were worn completely off. Not to mention, I believe I had a ghost or an apparition of sorts that had taken up residence within and was constantly trying to contact me, but the only thing it ever seemed to be able to get across to me when I was trying to work on something was, "ddddddddddddddddddddddddd"... Very unnerving, not to mention annoying and creepy. Ah, it was a good little laptop and served it's purpose well, but oh if I am not just tickled silly to be sitting here completely unplugged, typing on shiny lettered keys without my knees feeling like they are burning, nor am I interrupted every few lines with having to delete a string of d's that had decided to show up. It's amazing what happens when you realize what you have been missing out on!
It wasn't until recently that my husband realized what a sorry state of affairs that my computer had become and he questioned me as to why I let it get so bad before saying anything. Perhaps this is a fault of mine, when things start to break or go awry, I just patch it up and deal with it. I don't mention the small things really. If it caught fire directly in my lap or if the apparition started typing actual words to me other than the one usual letter, then I probably would have mentioned something sooner. After all, it's a luxury in a sense to even have one, right? Well, maybe not. I think it's pretty standard for all Americans to own at least one laptop or home PC...The point is, I am so excited that I am now babbling because as I am typing, the letters are showing up immediately on the screen and are not two sentences behind and taking their merry time popping up!
Since things are easier now, I may be able to post more often and get some proper writing done and work more efficiently. Ah technology, today I don't hate you so much...
As the wife of a techno-junkie, I find it a great perk to get the so-called "hand-me-downs"! My husband gets a fantastic new job, so he needs his tecnho-upgrade. This means his old computer goes to Yours Truly. Of course I joke that I get the used goods, but in all honesty, I am so thrilled to get a new(er) computer! My previous mac laptop was the saddest sight you ever saw. It would not run at all unless it was plugged in and even then, the power cord was bent and mutilated so badly that I had to jam it in and yank the cord tight underneath in order to keep it plugged into the side of the laptop. The wires underneath the plastic covering were showing through and I am sure it was not the safest as it would get burning hot after a few minutes and then the poor thing would begin to whir and whine pitifully until I was done abusing it. The little rainbow would spin for a minute and a half when you clicked on anything... How much of my time has been wasted just waiting to open my mailbox? It would be sad to know. Furthermore, only one side of the finger pad worked, so in order to click, I had to make sure that I was pressing down rather hard on the upper left corner only. The rest of it must have decided to take an early retirement. The "5" key was downright missing and I have a sneaking suspicion that one of my children pried it off and they could have possibly ingested it as well. I really hope not, but I haven't seen it since it was in it's proper place. Also, it's a good thing I know how to type without having to search for the letters on the keys because most of the keys on the upper left hand side were worn completely off. Not to mention, I believe I had a ghost or an apparition of sorts that had taken up residence within and was constantly trying to contact me, but the only thing it ever seemed to be able to get across to me when I was trying to work on something was, "ddddddddddddddddddddddddd"... Very unnerving, not to mention annoying and creepy. Ah, it was a good little laptop and served it's purpose well, but oh if I am not just tickled silly to be sitting here completely unplugged, typing on shiny lettered keys without my knees feeling like they are burning, nor am I interrupted every few lines with having to delete a string of d's that had decided to show up. It's amazing what happens when you realize what you have been missing out on!
It wasn't until recently that my husband realized what a sorry state of affairs that my computer had become and he questioned me as to why I let it get so bad before saying anything. Perhaps this is a fault of mine, when things start to break or go awry, I just patch it up and deal with it. I don't mention the small things really. If it caught fire directly in my lap or if the apparition started typing actual words to me other than the one usual letter, then I probably would have mentioned something sooner. After all, it's a luxury in a sense to even have one, right? Well, maybe not. I think it's pretty standard for all Americans to own at least one laptop or home PC...The point is, I am so excited that I am now babbling because as I am typing, the letters are showing up immediately on the screen and are not two sentences behind and taking their merry time popping up!
Since things are easier now, I may be able to post more often and get some proper writing done and work more efficiently. Ah technology, today I don't hate you so much...
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