Tuesday, February 9, 2010

What's Up

Every time I come in my office and get on the computer to update my blog or whatever, the stupid Internet messes up. I'm beginning to get a complex.

Here's hoping that we're not going to be going down the road we went down last year with things going wrong and tearing up. This week alone, the desktop computer that the boys used died. Not just like a virus kinda thing. Oh, no. It won't even boot up. So that means that every time they need to get on the Internet, they come in my office. I'm very, very picky about my office. It's pretty much off limits to the boys. They take my favorite pens and move stuff around and just mess up my organized mess. We have a laptop, but it's a bit of a challenge to get on the Internet and it's much easier for them to come in here, use mine and then get free entertainment by watching me go psycho.

For several weeks now, our garage door opener hasn't been working quite right. Jeff thought it might be the cold or maybe it needed a good greasing with WD40, but that wasn't the problem and now it's not working at all. Push the button, nothing. I guess I'm just a spoiled brat because I have to have a garage door opener that works, a washing machine that washes, a dryer that dries -- well, you get the picture. I've been having to back out, get out of my car and use the keypad to get it to work. Now I can't even do that because it won't work with the keypad either. Of course, it wouldn't tear up during the warm, sunny summer because then I wouldn't mind getting out of the car as much. Now it's cold and here lately, W-E-T!

So Smokey is really confused since she spent some time in the house a few weeks ago. She no longer goes out in the yard to potty. There were two piles of kitty cat poop in the garage today. The boys asked me, what's up with Smokey. They both looked right at it and walked right past it when they left this morning and didn't clean it up. They left it for me to do when I was wearing a dress and hose. I mean, call me crazy, but I can't just walk past a pile of cat poop and not clean it up. I think she's getting back at us for not letting her be an inside cat. She doesn't understand.

My job today was in a part of town that I haven't been around in a while. I came across a new store that I found very interesting. Wu Mart. Didn't stop in, but I'm wondering if Wu Mart is anything like Wal-Mart. Hmmmm.

I got two of the worst paper cuts ever on my fingers. Then I forgot about them and put hand sanitizer on my hands before leaving the gym. I'm not sure why I felt the need to write about that, but it really, really hurt.

Suz has had the flu since Saturday. She's running a fever, stuffy nose, headache, the whole she-bang. She's been miserable. Of course, she hasn't been to the doctor. Why you might ask. Because SHE THINKS SHE IS A DOCTOR!!!!!!!!!!! Well, now it's probably too late to do anything about it with the Tamiflu stuff. She should have gone sooner. I tried to tell her. Girl won't listen.

So this weekend we're headed to our annual Deer Land Camping Trip. You know the one. The one where 16 of us will sleep in a cabin together. It's the one and only time that I rough it. And then I don't rough it all that much. They have heat and running water and indoor toilets. It's one of my favorite weekends of the year. We all look forward to it from year to year. We'll be chilly that's for sure. Lots of long janes and gloves and scarves and hats.

That's what's up with me. Till next time when my computer so graciously allows me to get on the Internet without blowing a gasket.


Theresa said...

You make me spew coffee all over my laptop:) The cat poop story is just too funny. Now the garage door opener, I feel your pain. We had a problem before Christmas and had to call someone to fix it. Ours was a broken spring but we had to get it fixed. Your Dad knows someone, heck... your Dad knows everyone. But I didn't call him and probably paid twice what I would have paid had I called him, whew.

Suzanne told me she was sick and I hope she feels better in time for the big weekend. I know how much you all enjoy this special time together!

Hope the computer isn't actually dead but it sure sounds like it:(

Have a blessed day my sweet niece! Love you to pieces!

Cindy Lou said...

Well I hope you can get the garage door fixed...sounds like a pain!
I hope that Suzanne gets to feeling better!

I can't believe that its that time of the year again for the deer camp trip!! Wow...time flies!!

Have a good day and I love you!

suzanne said...

I hate paper cuts. Luv u

Becky said...

Not sure where your deer camp is but they are saying some snow for the south this weekend. Stay warm!

May your door opener wake up,
your cat remember where to go,
and the sick person be well.

I have a paper cut also, hurts worse than have a finger cut off! I guess?

billypandnikkysmom said...

Cat poop, who walks past cat poop????? Sorry to hear about the poop, the cuts,the broken garage door, the broken computer, Suz w/ the flu...ugggggg!!!!!! You sound like you had a day like mine, LOL!!!! I hope that your camping trip is a BLAST, I do not rough it either....take lots of pics & enjoy!!

wendy said...

That is funny --they're free entertainment is watching you go psycho. But hey, I get it, I don't like people messing with my organized mess either.

and fyi--you don't put anything with alcohol in it on a cut. Just saying.

Joyce said...

Things have got to turn around for you! Suzanne is a doctor too? Me too! lol! Hope everything gets fixed, healthy and the boys start enjoying poop picking upping! lol! Have a great weekend! You're so lucky! xoxo


I laughed til my sides hurt. Hope your weekend is great...and BTW...my idea of camping is Motel6. My computer at work died like the boys did...so I feel your pain there. Have fun and stay warm.

Tracychele @ The Week-Ender said...

You are so funny. Everyone leaves the "messes" for me too, but we have the two big bulldogs with bigger than kitty "piles", so thankfully they aren't very often. I did not know Suz was sick. Hope she feels better soon. I know the last thing you want to do when you have the flu is get out and sit in a waiting room. That is when you wish you were back in Little House on the Prairie days! Can't remember the docs name, hmm. Ohh well. Hope your weekend is grand!