Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

What Jenn said.

No, wait – I’m in the bible belt again.

AMEN, SISTAH!

Finding out you have a virus on your computer OR getting the message “Primary Hard Disk Fail. Press F1 to Continue.”

didja guess yet? If you’ve read anything about my day, you’ll know the answer.

It’s..

BOTH.

Anyone wanna volunteer for putting me out of my misery? Please?

Well, it’s after lunch, and the day has gotten marginally better. I never did find the delivery confirm number, but I was told not to stress about it (so I’m not). I found a kick-ass bodice in stretch denim that I’m thinking of making, switched out Dan’s old carseat for his new “big-boy” booster seat, decided to make a new seat cover for it so Joe can use it. Got the virus thing sorta-handled.

Joe has had a nap, but I haven’t.

And my “point to ponder” today has been….what else is there? I’m soooo colossally bored right now. Yes, with everything I do, I’m still bored to tears. What do I do? Lets play fill in the blank:

blog (uhm, duh?) – read and write
homeschool Alannah
occasionally crochet
play a MUD
babysit my cousin
read (though I’m not reading anything right now)
attend Boobie club meetings
parent [umbrella term. d'ya REALLY want an outline??]

So what brings this on? I was talking to a friend the other day about my opening another blog for the “Adult, non-kid related” version of me….only there’s not that much to talk about. I’m a single girl, and uninvolved with anyone – so talking about sex would be impossible (how many posts can you read about self-love anyway??!!??) since my particular kink is impossible to do alone*, and the rest of it just slides downhill after that. I don’t have any IRL friends (anymore) since I moved, and the ones I have online are….online. Not a lot of IRL social activities, in other words. So that’s my self-assigned mental task for the day. Find ways to drag the rest of me up through the sea of maternal hormones.

*yeah, I know I probably COULD do it if I were dedicated enough. I’m not.

This is a “My day sux big fat hairy rocks” post, so if you don’t want to hear it, keeeep on moving.

Daniel woke up at 2 AM with a nightmare, and it took me til 3 to get him back to sleep.
Joe woke up at 6 AM.
Between 3 and 6, I was having a REALLY freaky dream that I can’t remember now.

The puppy took a dump next to my Dad’s bed.
The puppy took ANOTHER dump in my Dad’s office. (I’m beginning to see a pattern here.)
I told Alannah yesterday that if she didn’t get the puppy under control, we wouldn’t be able to keep her. The pup keeps sneaking off to piddle in Very Bad Places.

I finally make my way in front of the computer, and I have a Trojan. No, not the condom. Damnit.
I can’t find the virus file to delete.
My floppy drive is dead, so I can’t run from the startup disk and manually find it.
I’ve run three separate antivirus programs trying to get rid of it.

And that’s all BEFORE 9 am.

**Update: And now I can’t find a delivery confirm number I need.

Turning the Pages has got to be the coolest resource I’ve seen in a while. I will most likely never visit the museums where these books are located, and Alannah was fascinated by Leonardo’s Workbook

Tanya wants to know

If you could give anonymous advice to any one person about their appearance, who would it be, and what would you say?

And I’d have to say my mother’s pastor. Dude, you aren’t fooling ANYONE with that comb-over. Find a new stylist, and embrace your scalp. Oh, and stand up straight. At the rate you’re going, you’ll be one of those men with a dowager’s hump.

LunaNi?a.com | Unconscious Mutterings

1. Sexy:: mama
2. Clique:: bitch
3. Pledge:: allegiance
4. Carbs:: yum
5. Dream Job::Mom
6. Sweeps:: TV
7. Soundtrack::music
8. Hero:: sandwich
9. Shave:: legs
10. Christina:: Aguilera

Puppies are cuddly
Puppies are cute
They’re never nasty or mean
*sniff*
I’d give a home to all the lost puppies
If ever one day I were queeeeeeeeeeeeen!

*BARK!*