Amy: “Mom! Would you open the gate for me. I don’t know how.”
Clacketty clacketty rattle squeak
Amy: “Oh! I do know how!”
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
From the mouths of babes
I cleaned the office a bit while my computer was “down” and scanning for viruses.
Amy: “Dad. Where’s this thing that belongs in here?”
Dad: “I cleaned. It’s gone.”
Amy: “But I don’t want it gone.”
Dad: “Doesn’t it look better?”
She then goes and sits on the stairs. Sings:
“And you don’t know what to do with dinner”
“I don’t know what to do so I’m just sitting singing”
“You do know what to do with cat poo” (maybe that was food)
“You don’t know what to do”
oops. Dad interupted. “I’m singing. Don’t talk to me while I’m singing.”
“You don’t know what to do with steps.”
“You do know what to do with cat food.”
Biting News
I neglected to report big news in the house. Evan’s two lower front teeth have made their appearance! So added to the bangs, crashes, cries, Wiggles, and other assorted morning noises we add, “slurp slurp OW!” and sometimes some less than muffled cursing that when the kids repeat at church or pre-school I’ll be blamed.
View your news regionally
A new way to view news. Of course, I still prefer Google News.
ZZZzzzs
I hate sleep. No that’s not true. I love sleep but I don’t deserve it.
Why yes Virginia. I am a moron!
I troubleshoot my computer for 4 hours today trying to figure out what virus, adware or driver problem was screwing up my mouse when all the while my wacom pen had rolled onto my writing tablet!
Why me?!
The day was starting off so well (technically..personally it could improve greatly) and then wham! Just to kill productivity, my mouse flips out and only works in a small portion of my screen. Try to go outside of that and the pointer jumps back to the top of the screen. I reboot and at the WindowsXP user login screen it does the same thing. Guess my day is going to be wasted working on my dev box. At least it works in safe mode so I know its not a hardware issue.
Why does everything have to be such an uphill battle?
What do you use for time tracking?
I have used Quickbooks Pro’s timer before but mostly I use Allnetic’s Timetracker. I would prefer something decent for my PDA (palmos) but I have strayed from carrying it around and the last time I looked the available time trackers were inadequate. I need something I can wear on my wrist that autosyncs with the nearest computer via bluetooth. That way I can bounce from computer to computer and enter time tracking data from the keyboard (but the device still needs to accept entry from the wrist).
Countdown!
Lost in 15 minutes!
Protected: Reflections
Wednesdays, my favorite worst day
Wednesdays are Lost
Work is Lost to the children’s needs
Lost as a taxi service
Preschool, preschool, high school, STAR
Time Lost to the kids is precious
On Wednesdays I am in paradise, Lost
In the island of my mind, I am Lost
Lost in self-flagellation and meditation
I so look forward to Wednesdays
My favorite times have always been Lost times
I would not trade my Lost Wednesdays for anything
Best of all, Wednesdays end with Lost
“I can’t do this all on my own. No, I know, I’m no Superman!“
Of Waking and Cool Numbers
I woke around 1:00am again and was excited that I would be getting more work done while everyone slept. The next time I opened my eyes it was 4:44am. I was so mad that I had allowed myself to drift off that I lay in bed punishing myself then I opened my eyes at 6:37am.
I love it when all the numbers on the clock are the same. Often I wake at 4:44 or 3:33 and so on. I always find it amusing, and although it is a coincidence, I can’t help thinking that my biological clock is somehow tuned to these numbers.
Success!
I started today’s task 1 at 1:00am and finished it at 8:00am with a few minor breaks. That dead horse is beat! Took 8-9 to drive a child to school and am regrouping for task 2.
I need more days like this!
Pounded
I don’t feel like living anymore.
Now that’s not a cry for help and no need to put me on a suicide watch. It means “the they” have won. I’m beat. Beat down.
I used to suck the marrow out of life. There was no challenge I wouldn’t accept and very little I didn’t want to do. Early on I set my eyes on hang gliding. Haven’t done that one yet and I have yet to “jump from a perfectly good airplane” either. But I was fearless and I have done much!
In the 9th or 10th grade I was at a school dance taking a break from the noise of the gym and talking with friends in the hallway. Something landed in my hair and I turned around and mouthed off at some muscle bound nimrod that had obviously thrown whatever it was. The first punched landed before I had fully turned my attention back to my friends and I momentarily blacked out as I slammed up against the lockers. Just as my vision returned I took another punch to the face and discovered blackness again. I received about five consecutive hits just under the left eye. Blackness returned to light just in time to see the fist, blackness, repeat.
I could not get a punch off and could not get my arms up to block the punches. I could hear a voice, “just walk away.” Is that where I am in my life? I am definitely taking repeated blows. Am I to “just walk away?” And for the literal readers, no, not family. I would never abandon family. I mean dreams. I mean desires. I mean Willy Loman. I mean Sam Lowry.
One week later, my blackened eye was traveling to Virginia to embarassingly visit relatives.
I don’t feel like living. I don’t want to hang glide or parachute anymore. I don’t even want to leave the ground. And I am tired of having to explain my blackened eye.
(Of course this post is a result of exhaustion, stress and economics. Let’s see how my tune changes if I ever get back on top.)
It looks like a good day for a meltdown said the ice cube to the sun.
