January 22, 2009

• Thursday Thirteen #92 Million

  Thirteen Things
  I’m Not Happy About
  Today
  

  
  

  1.   I’ve tried all morning, but can’t pull up the Thursday Thirteen site to get their format.  My computer says “Page Load Error” over and over and over again!  I don’t know what that means, but okay . . . whatever.  Am I technologically challenged?

  2.   Sushi is no longer playing with Chirper gently, she is biting his heels (what her breed is *supposed* to do) but Chirper isn’t having fun.  I hear “bark!” “hissss” all day long. It’s already started up this morning.

  3.   Jesse left for work.  He didn’t change Sushi’s water or give her food, nor did he give her her medicine.  I guess I have a dog (the dog I didn’t want).  She’s cute and I wouldn’t dream of getting rid of her.  Am I dog training challenged?

  4.   I received my 2 new USB cords for my camera sometime in the past 2 days.  I just went to the mailbox this morning in my bathrobe, since no one else wanted to retrieve mail for 2 days (sigh).  The new cord didn’t solve the “connecting the camera to the  computer” problem.  Am I technologically challenged?

  5.   The mouse on my computer is moving spastically.  Some friend of Jesse’s (not one of my favorite people) told me I needed a laser mouse when my corded mouse was spastic this past summer.  I shelled out big bucks and bought a laser mouse.  I am having “spastic mouse” problems again.  It doesn’t move where I want it to move.  Sometimes it disappears from the screen altogether, until I bang the mouse on the desk.  Then the cursor reappears . . . wherever it wants.  If I manage to get the silly cursor to where I want it and “click” on the spot, nothing happens.  It’s spastic AND doesn’t recognize the “click” command, either.  And one more time, I ask, Am I technologically challenged?

  6.   While waiting for the Thursday Thirteen people to fix their connection problem this morning, I went through my camera book to see what might be the problem with downloading pictures to my computer.  I was going through the “sound” part of my camera, I paused to make sure my camera was set to make the sounds I wanted it to make, then returned to the menu and clicked “SET.”  I couldn’t pull up ANY pictures after that.  Normally you turn on the camera and your last picture appears.  My screen was black with the words, “No images found.”  Wellllll,  I’m happy to report to everyone that below the “Sound” selection on the camera’s menu was the next selection of  “Delete All Pictures” . . .  Yes . . .  I have just successfully erased every picture stored on my camera from February of 2008.  Yep! * EVERY*   *SINGLE*   *PICTURE*   *GONE*  !!!!     (I wonder if I can retrieve them from what is stored on my computer????)  Again, I ask, Am I technologically challenged?

  7.   Since I’ve been down, Rissy has been running the house.  Not because I asked.  Not because there were things that needed to be done.  And, NOT just running the house, but *disobediently* running the house.  I guess that’s the pitfall of having a responsible child.  They tend to over estimate their abilities and become unskillfully selfsufficient.  I found Luci eating an apple with a paring knife this morning.  Luci can’t operate a *butter knife* – but, was found feeding herself a piece of apple from the knife’s end, with the sharp blade danerously close to her eye after she bit off the chunk of apple.  Yeah . . . I freaked out!   Luci told me Rissy had given the paring knife to her.  Rissy’s response to me?  “Well, she has to learn sometime!”  Yes, those are *my* words.  I use them frequently.  BUT!!!!!, *I’M* the Mom, not my almost 8 year old!

  8.   I’m supposed to be lying down resting (the usual treatment for ribs that move somewhere other than where they are supposed to be), so yesterday, I decided to sit at my desk (I was quiet and not bending or twisting) and read a friend’s “other blog site” – all about life in the 1950′s.  It was a wonderful afternoon of reading about “why” I do the things I do.  She did such a good job writing about life in the 1950′s.  Guess the way I do things is a carryover from how my mother and grandmother did things.  BUT, I paid for sitting in a chair all day.  My chest hurt again last night and my sleep wasn’t as deep.  I’m sore today.  More sore than yesterday morning.  Since everything is falling down around me, I’m thinking that going to bed with my book (or a new one) will be a smart move.  I AM supposed to be lying down and not sitting.  I guess it takes muscles in our chest to remain in a sitting position.  Didn’t really consider that yesterday . . .   Does that mean I’m vertically challenged?

  9.   There are leaves (broken leaves that Sushi has chased) ALL OVER my carpet from room to room.  She brings them in the back door every time she comes in the house.  There isn’t one thing I can do about it.  I can’t bend and touch the floor without chest pain.  I’ve considered vacuuming with the light weight Dyson vacuum cleaner (my new “idol”!!!), but realize the folly of my idea.  “Bad ribs?  Hey!  Let’s go vacuum!”  Uh, nooooo!

  10.  Not only do I have dried, broken leaves all over every room in the house with white (OLD, but nonetheless *white*) carpeting, but Rissy walked the dog outside in the dark last night without the porch light on.  She stepped in dog poop, tracked it through the den, into the kitchen table room, into the kitchen cooking room . . .   I screwed up my nose and said, “Ewwww, something smells like poop!  What’s  all over the tile here?  Ewwww, it’s poop!  Where did poop come from?  Who stepped in poop?”  Rissy, standing near me, checked her shoes and THERE *IT* WAS . . . POOP!  “Sorry Mom!” as she darted into the dining room, the only room that still had non-poop white carpeting.  I screamed “Stttttttttop!  Your shoes have POOOOOP!” 

  No matter. At that very moment,  Jesse walked into the house from work with me screaming the word “POOOOOP!” over and over again.  Oh, what a lovely way to come home from a longer than long day at work.  Wife shrieking the word “poop” and children cowering in the corners of the kitchen!  He said nothing except, “Rissy, don’t move, you’ve got POOP on your shoes,” and, methodically, began to clean the mess while I ran back to the bedroom with my hands thrown up in the air, muttering, “I give up!  I can’t handle this, anymore!  I’m goin’ to bed!”  The poop is still there today.  Just not as obvious.  But, definitely a mark of POOP has been left here, there, and (well, I guess) everywhere.

  11.  It’s supposed to be near 80° today and I won’t be able to enjoy it unless I (carefully) open some windows to air out the house.  I really need to lie in bed and rest my rib cage, or this ache will drag on forever.  I have my child class tonight, but night time doesn’t count.  It will be cooler by then.  Annamarie came out of her room and told me I was right.  (huh ????)  It’s been 2 days since she started her antibiotic and her ear no longer hurts when she pushed it.  I was glad.  Then she asked if she could go out and play today.  I told her, “No, just because the ear pain is gone, doesn’t mean you are completely well.  You have to stay inside and rest for a few more days.  You were realy, REALLY sick.  Maybe Monday will be okay to go outside.”  She is crying in her bedroom, despite the fact I said it wasn’t her fault.  And, I told her I was sorry she was sick.

  EDIT:  She just came out asked me if tomorrow was Monday.  I told her tomorrow was Friday.  Now she’s sobbing.  (sigh)   Am I sympathetically and without love for my child challenged? 

  12.  Outside is better than being cooped up in the den today.  Our expanded cable TV channels are temporarily not in service.  Maybe a backhoe cut the line?  So, the “good TV” isn’t operable.  Not that I use the TV as a babysitter very often;  but, today is definitely a day I would treat my girls and allow them extended TV privileges, if it would keep them content.  This morning, Jesse explained to Luci & Rissy, they could not ride their bikes today, because I wasn’t up to sitting outside to supervise them in the street.  They glared at me.  I looked at them without apology.  I mean, c’mon . . . Does it really look like I *chose* to be in pain?  They are in the backyard playing, but want to be outside in the front riding their new bikes up and down the street.  It’s all my fault that they can’t.  Now three of my children don’t like me.  

  13.   It may be “that time of the month” for me.  I never know anymore.  I have quit having the obvious warning signs, bloating, etc.  If that *IS* what is about to happen, it could explain my edginess.  But then again, I think that my past few days have been a bit much!  A bit much for *anyone* – anyone normal and orginally sane.  Or maybe, I’m parentally challenged?????

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