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Thoughts from the treadmill

Posted on by Sherri
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  • I hate making breakfast. Why should the only chore I truly dislike be the first thing I have to do in the morning? When the youngest is about 8 I think I’ll never cook/pour breakfast again. They can get their own rackin-frackin cereal, and I shall never eat breakfast again. I truly resent the breakfast thing.
  • I hate my laptop. I try to keep a good attitude (at least I have a laptop, etc.) but it’s so annoying with its myriad of problems. Here, let me list them:
    1. The battery is only good for about ten minutes, yet..
    2. …the power jack is so loose that I must remain absolutely still in order to keep it plugged in, even when it’s sitting on a table. Hard to do when you’re typing. This is something I fixed before.
    3. The hinges are so loose the screen falls down at the slightest movement. Also something I’ve fixed, several times.
    4. The little eraser mouse thingy drifts, so I disabled it, however…
    5. …the pad thingy is alternately completely unresponsive and extremely sensitive, so I end up selecting and clicking things I don’t mean to.
    6. The damn thing is slow as hell.

    It’s hard to concentrate on the  book when I’m obsessively checking to make sure everything is placed just so. And yes, I’ve checked settings and upgraded software and defragged and replaced parts, and I think it’s just time to admit it’s too old. It’s an old damn laptop.

  • My tummy hurts.
  • Thinking about my dream last night. I was working for a rich family I don’t know in real life. They had been hit by a tornado, but instead of tearing down the old, ruined house, they’d simply built a new one on the other side of the barn. They were all living happily in this new house, with all their new things, but occasionally sent the house manager over to the old house to retrieve things. This time it was a large, pink teddy bear.The two main things I felt during this dream were the self-centered nature of the family, and sadness and confusion when confronted by this old house, ruined and abandoned. I was sad, yet I knew it was best for this family to forget the old house. It had been useful and was no longer, and even in the dream I understood I should adopt this attitude as well.There was more, but I think this is a pretty clear answer to a question I posed to the Universe yesterday.
  • I’m extremely grateful for my loyal friends. That’s you.

Thoughts from the treadmill

Posted on by Sherri
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My laptop was out of commission yet again, only for a couple of days this time. I dropped it and snapped off the plug inside the power jack. Ordered a new cord, from one of those powerselling eBay guys. The cord cost less than the shipping, altogether about $18.

Just a couple of weeks ago I spent all day tearing down the laptop to replace the power jack, first time soldering a piece to a motherboard, and I think I might have loosened my terrible soldering job, because now the connection, even with this new cord, is a little iffy. I’d list all the other challenges I’ve had with the power cord, but I don’ wanna. Let’s just say it started with Cody the Questionable Coyote chewing the cord, and went from there.

Speaking of dogs, we’ve had a dachshund visitor for a week. She somehow ended up outside our door (looking at you, neighbor) on the first rainy night in weeks. I’m a sucker, all right? I know the dog could have found a dry place to sleep, but I didn’t want to chance it. She’s so much better behaved than Cody ever was, so the only problem is the family’s allergies.

During a naming brainstorm session, Jonah hollered out, “Brown Bootie!” Um, why that name, sweetie? “Because she’s mostly black except for her brown bootie.” (Think doberman markings.) So of COURSE I had to start calling her that. How could I not? We shortened it to B.B. for outdoor calling. Don’t want my neighbors to think I’m weird.

We made up a song for her and everything, sung to the tune of “My Buddy.” That old doll commercial, remember? Do a Youtube search. I don’t link while on the treadmill. Everything’s the same except the name and a couple of lines. We don’t work that hard.

So then the kids decided that B.B. wouldn’t do, so they decided upon Bendy, cuz she’s, like, a long-ass bendy weiner dog. Now, you might know there once was a crocodile hunter, and he had a daughter named Bindy, who had a show called “Bindy the Jungle Girl”. So (again, look it up) the song is now: Bendy the weiner dog. WeinER.

After doing a reasonable search for her real parents, I put her on Freecycle, and I have a lady coming to meet her tonight. So Brown Bootie might soon have a permanent home and, hopefully, a real dog’s name. We’ll miss her.

SSS, as we used to sign our notes in middle school. Sorry So Sloppy. That’s just how I roll in THOUGHTS FROM THE TREADMILL!!!  Mwahahaha!

I’ll shut up now.