
Sure, I got the computer and could look it up, but, I want someone to tell me.
Til next time...

Yes. This is exactly what I ordered.

No. This is not me. Just the way I feel.
Bored.
The old (new) computer is here and it is great. Except for downloading all the things that I (A me thing) like.
First the antivirus. Then weatherbug and the list goes on and on and on. Kinda like I do. (Those that know me know what I am talking about)
But, did you know that computer repair"people" (don't want to be gender discriminating) unknowingly speak another language. Just ask them something that you have been wanting to know. They will start talking so above your head (unless you are another computer person and then the first one wouldn't be there anyway) They don't know it. Bytes and bios is all in a day's work to them.
But, I asked a question anyway. Did I get an answer? Yep. Do I know what I was told? Haven't got a damn clue. But, being polite, you just smile and nod your head and say "oh, I get it now" because, from past experience, they just repeat what they said in the first place with a "you didn't understand that" tone. Not condescending or anything. Just they don't realize your not on their megabyte. So, truthfully, the question was for a friend. So, when he asks me what the computer person said, I can just honestly say,"I really don't know".
He (The computer person) was nice enough to set up my email. Something that I would have had to call tech for. That is always fun. Although, calling the local tech isn't near as challenging as calling a "Dell" or "HP" tech. Then you get to hear Hubba Bubba in India talking bytes and bios to you. Great. Something you don't understand from someone you can't understand.
But, I guess that is the American way. (Political jab)
Well, back to the old download post.
Then it is desk switch time. Maybe the ultimate time to clean my desk area and try to get something called organization going. I got a book on it. But, I don't read books. But, that is another story.
So, until next time,
Just me


And today this is my attitude.Well, it happened.
I got my baby to the "Trained Professional Dr." (of course, I expected to be able to bring her in first thing. Never thinking I may have to wait until afternoon)
All was going so well. Even after the fact that we had to kill 4 hours time in between an appointment of mine and her "squeezed" in appointment.
There were a few bumps in the time killing. Like at the McDonald's that Jenna has wanted to go to since we moved to NC. Well, I guess little Miss Thing thought that the play area was one child at a time. Nope. Headache city. A true torture pit. Kids everywhere. Even to many for her who now declares that she hates that McDonald's and never wants to set foot in there again or go to the drive through. OK. Speed bump.
So we go to the mall. All the mall is to Jenna is a possible source for a Webkinz. Nope. We found them. Mom didn't buy them. Bummer for the child.
So after walking the mall a little, wasting more time, it was finally time for our appointment.
Jenna was all smiles and happy to see our Dr. He is a very nice Dr.
UNTIL...
He insisted she get a flu shot.
The child turned wild. Crying. Thrashing. Fighting. (I found out I have a very strong daughter.) At one point, she had me on the floor, I was holding on to a doorknob for dear life. It took the nurse, the receptionist, myself and the PA was on her way too. But, the deed was done.
I hated the fact that we put her though this, but, understood due to asama (and I know that is spelled wrong.) and allergies.
After all the drama. Jenna simply states "that wasn't bad". I just won't worry about it that much next time. Like nothing unusal went down.
Oh gee, you think not? Why didn't you just listen to me? I told you it wouldn't hurt. You didn't have a reason to get all flustered,(went though my head)
Well, now I an nursing my back after the wrestling match. That girl could be a lineman on the defensive tackle of a football team. At this age. Pro, of course.
So, that was today. Makes you wonder what tomorrow will bring. The only thing I know is a very early alarm.
So on that note, that is all for tonight!!
Until next time...
Just me
My baby has a earache.

Yep. This is about the extent of my energy.
Then there are kids. My little one is a prime example, bring over a friend, it is double the trouble. (or wasted energy)
Just think if you could bottle some of that energy and put a drop (just a drop or you would have a stroke) that energy in to your morning beverage of choice. WOW. The things that I could accomplish.
Right now, I have 2 *TWO 8 *EIGHT year olds here. Good Lord. I have to expend what energy that I have just to calm down thiers.
Do you ever think that life should be backwards?
The beginning of your life, you are in a nursing home, getting tended to (and most likly in adult diapers), Then you enter your "golden years" when you play golf, get paid retirement and don't have to work. Are wise and hopefully content. Then you enter the working years.(with the energy level I have now) and instead of your job getting boring, it gets better (cause it gets newer every day), Then you hit your 2o's and you feel great. Then the teens when you think that you know it all. Finally about 8 years old with all that energy and nothing construtive to do with it. Then your a baby and really don't know anything but crying will get you your own way. Then you are back in your Mommy and then you never worry about getting old and dying.
Just a thought.
I have lots of thoughts. I just don't always write them down. They can be pretty bizzare. But, maybe that is the point. Get bizzare!
That's it for now!
Have a bizzare day in a good way. Til next time...
Just me
Hi again. Give up on me? Well, here I am.
I don't really have much to say today. Or do I?
Things that we think are unimportant,are. And the other way around as well.
For instance. I love that cartoon at the top. It gets attention. That makes it important to a degree, for this blog anyway.
If I put my photo up there, it wouldn't grab quite the attention. So, for this blog it is unimportant.
Where am I going with this. Beats me.
As we speak, I am baking a cake for my 8 year old. Little does she know that the icing has half the sugar (Ok, that is a me thing). Sorta like washing a candy bar down with a diet soda. Huh?
Cake at my house constitutes the main course. There is no meat, veggies, or anything. Just cake. Pitiful, don't you think. Then later in the blogs, I am sure I will complain about my weight. I always do.
Today was rather uneventful. I did some listings on my ebay. If you want to check out my Ebay listings, my seller name is jazznickie.
I sell a little of this and a little of that and some of that too.
That and the cake, laundry, Ebay, vacuuming, mopping and all that fun, enjoyable stuff is what I must get back to for now!
Let the games begin!
Til next time...