I'm sorry, but I couldn't post tonight
February 05, 2008
Look, I was GOING to post something here tonight, I really was. EVEN THOUGH it is Fat Tuesday, which means we were at church tonight eating pancakes for dinner, because what better way to prepare for Ash Wednesday than by feeding your children piles of simple carbohydrates in lieu of actual food? It's the sort of night that leaves parents hissing at their children in a possessed I-would-kill-you-if-it-weren't-for-the-witnesses whisper. Remember you are dust, indeed. By the time we got home Max was homicidal and Raphael was acting completely shocked to discover that Max didn't actually want him to lever his eyelids open as he dozed in the car. Tre got caught in the crossfire and LO, his indignation was great.
And plus I had a rotten bummer of a day that was capped by my clever decision to smash my fingertip in the closet door. See? Right there. It's turning sort of purple at the tip. You can see it in the right light. Clay has not said out loud, in so many words, that he thinks I'm being a big baby, but I have seen him gaze pointedly at his missing - ha! - pointer finger. And yes, I may have mentioned my injury more times than he has ever mentioned his...you know...amputation, but that's because no one is giving me any vicodin, and as I remember it, he took at least two doses of the stuff. So.
Still, I was going to soldier through and post...something here, even though it hurts to type and I am laboring under the burden of a distinct lack of alarm at the state of my wounded fingertip, because I've made this new resolution of sorts to stop complaining and post already, and so great is my determination that I was going to push through the pain and frustration.
But then I fired up the laptop and after a few moments of browsing it gave me the blue screen of death (which upon further investigation seems to actually have meant, "oh, I just had me a little fit for no apparent reason. Everything is fine...or you're possibly screwed. Good luck." I am so going Mac. I mean it this time), and I give up.
I am going to sleep in the hopes of a better day tomorrow.
Dude, I've had more evil death fatal life-threatening crashes with Macs than I've ever had with PCs.
Posted by: Jennifer | February 05, 2008 at 11:51 PM
Awe yes Fat Tuesday! It is all about the pancakes, I don't know why? We hit up some parades and eat BBQ. Hope the computer gets better! :) My Dad is a die hard Mac man!!
Posted by: Andrea | February 06, 2008 at 10:40 AM
Phew. So glad you didn't post today. That was a close one.
Posted by: Kristy | February 06, 2008 at 02:01 PM
May I just say "ditto" to what Jennifer said about Macs vs PCs?
And with Macs, I constantly get what I have come to call "the spinning pizza of death." PCs have hour glasses and Macs have these little multi-colored circles that resemble pizzas and spin. Only, with an hour glass, you know that eventually the sand will run out and you will be where you need to be. This is NOT so with the spinning pizza of death...
How's the finger? And I am SO with you about the children and how hormonal this age is, and I liked it when I could write about them, and they couldn't read it. ;-) Now, they comment (and disagree!). You know it's bad when you have a mother-daughter talk with your child, and it isn't about sex -- it's about how she can NOT call you a liar on your blog....
Posted by: Linda Sherwood | February 06, 2008 at 08:26 PM
My oldest has forbidden me to blog about him anymore. I'm not allowed - I'm to pretend that he doesn't exist, if you please.
To be fair, he does have teachers who apparently read my blog DURING class, and he's about to be in college (!!!!) and concerned about being on a site that an applications officer would read, but still - he was the source of some of my greatest material.
It sounds like you are having a Feb like I am having, if I can comment on a couple of posts at once. Here's to March - and lots of sugar.
Mmm, cupcakes....
Posted by: carmen | February 08, 2008 at 08:04 PM