First of all, yesterday morning, my computer worked fine. Then in the afternoon, it wouldn't connect to the internet.
I haven't posted in a while because I'm trying to give my wrists a break. I pulled muscles or tendons or whatever in my left arm. I noticed it on Monday, and now it's Thursday and I don't think I'm gonna be able to knit quite yet. And, dammit, I'm used to an ergonomic keyboard! And Firefox! Ugh...
Mom and I watched Shock Treatment and The Rocky Horror Picture Show on Monday, which was fun. Tuesday was boring. Yesterday was youth group, which was okay. Elyssa was there, which annoyed me (I had hoped she wouldn't show up), but Riley also came, which was nice, because I hadn't seen him for a few weeks.
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Showing posts with label internet. Show all posts
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Friday, September 19, 2008
Take that, Combat Mom
My mother, well, she's in combat mode today. So I'm up here fuming with my music blaring. First it was the Rocky Horror soundtrack. Now it's Queen.
Man, I love being able to access the internet from the Spare Oom and blast music.
We got into a fight over school safety - I know, it's an odd subject to argue over, but we're a strange family. You see, we were watching Dr Phil at the time, and the episode was about violence in school. So I'm trying to get my point across, and she's cutting me off, and gets all offended when I tell her not to interrupt, because apparently I sound condescending. I probably did sound rude, but trust me, that was not what I was aiming for. So I hide up here, and scream that she always has to be right, and it's been that way since the day I was born. Dad calls me back down and calmly tells me that that was uncalled for and that the sun doesn't shine outta my, er, butt. I would use the alternative word, which is what he actually used, but I don't want to offend anyone. You have to feel sorry for my dad, really. He got caught in the middle of a catfight (again, I'll avoid using the explicit alternative).
So now I'm up here, blogging, with a Ravelry window open, Queen's greatest hits blaring, and a can of V8 on my desk.
♪Can anybody find me somebody to looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove?♪
Man, I love being able to access the internet from the Spare Oom and blast music.
We got into a fight over school safety - I know, it's an odd subject to argue over, but we're a strange family. You see, we were watching Dr Phil at the time, and the episode was about violence in school. So I'm trying to get my point across, and she's cutting me off, and gets all offended when I tell her not to interrupt, because apparently I sound condescending. I probably did sound rude, but trust me, that was not what I was aiming for. So I hide up here, and scream that she always has to be right, and it's been that way since the day I was born. Dad calls me back down and calmly tells me that that was uncalled for and that the sun doesn't shine outta my, er, butt. I would use the alternative word, which is what he actually used, but I don't want to offend anyone. You have to feel sorry for my dad, really. He got caught in the middle of a catfight (again, I'll avoid using the explicit alternative).
So now I'm up here, blogging, with a Ravelry window open, Queen's greatest hits blaring, and a can of V8 on my desk.
♪Can anybody find me somebody to looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove?♪
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