Computer Woes....Again

A week ago we got a new computer.



"Yeehaw!" you might say. I did at first. It's got a quad processor and a monster wide screen that seems even bigger than our TV. (It's not, it's just really huge right in front of your face!)



But then we started noticing some things. Like the speaker system STINKS and we can't attach our old speakers to it. (Our computer serves as our at-home stereo, so mediocre sound quality is not really an option.)



Then after we finished transferring the programs and files from our old computer, we noticed they started disappearing, and we couldn't find them. Strange and annoying.



Finally Eric gave up trying to figure it out. He wiped out the drive and took the computer back to Costco. He came home with a new one, hopeful that it would work better.



So far we don't have all my beautiful-and-necessary-to-my-existence programs loaded onto this one. I think he's afraid to try, or at least just putting off the inevitable headache.



Now I hace a new complaint....its about the keyboard. For th first part of this post I painstakingly wet back through and corrected all my typos, but fr here I will leve as it is to show mt utter frutratong with this keyboard! It only regiters about a thirfof the keys I hit, so I have about a million typs. Typos ar one of my biggest pet peeves!!!! Plus the keys are positioned just differnst enough that i sonetimes hit the wrong ones by mistake. now when i try to typw a message quickly , it is so messed up I can hardly read it. And ittakes forever to fix it!



Im thinking i will be looking or a ew keyboard. Realy soon....

Happy Birthday, Eric!

Friday was Eric's birthday, the big 38!

To celebrate we went to Famous Dave's Barbeque and pigged out on barbeque ribs and chicken. Here is the evidence of our messy meal:

(No, Ethan did not have ribs....he had mini-corn dogs. Go figure!)

About an entire roll of paper towels later....

We went home and had birthday cake! Eric requested I make a gingerbread cake for him this year. It was an unusual request, since it is only the second time I've made it. The smell sure got us ready to be in the holiday spirit! I decorated his cake with golf balls and tees. It was a fun cake. Erica loved looking at the lit candles.

Ode to Eric

You are the....

apple to my pie

butter to my bread

sail to my boat

sun to my flower

snow to my flake

monkey to my wrench

sweet to my tooth

bear to my hug

******

Thanks for making my life a whole lot sweeter and totally complete!

Happy Birthday, Babe!

I love you!

How to Annoy Your Dental Hygienist

I find it entertaining, in an exasperating sort of way, how patients can have such similar illogical reactions to things in a dental chair. I will give three examples of patients that anyone who works in the dental field sees on a regular basis.... at least once a day.


Patient A is great at stating the obvious. "This front tooth here, (pointing to the hideously discolored monstrosity in front of their face, complete with the grey metal margin gleefully exposed for all the world to see) is a fake, so be careful with it. I try not to touch it so it doesn't fall out." They then proceed to wince and gasp at any sort of movement my instruments do in its near proximity. Patient A is also very good at pointing out a hairline flaw or stain that bothers them, when it is surrounded by five different colors of filling material on their patchwork-piece of a tooth.


Patient B finds it impossible to swallow their own saliva, when that is all they do every other day of their life. They don't seem to notice how much of the appointment time I waste putting everything down so they can spit into the little vacuum. And if I don't do it often enough, they frantically point to their mouth and make "ah ah aha aaah" sounds.


Patient C cannot lay back in the chair at less than a 45 degree angle to the floor. They are approaching 60 degrees and "Whoaaa!!! I'm going to slide out of the chair!" Trust me, I explain. I haven't lost a single patient yet. I then proceed to dump them on the floor....just kidding! I just wonder how they go to bed at night. Surely they aren't all sleeping in recliners! As I continue to press the down-and-back-button, I usually make some little joke about "That's how I get my tips"....You know, loose change falling from their pockets....Yes, it's lame. We all have to entertain ourselves somehow, though.

DIET is a Four Letter Word

For those of you who don't know, I am on a diet.


Yes, it's one of the dreaded four-letter words. And I am willingly subjecting myself to the torture.


Actually, it's been a while in coming.....or very much needed....however you want to say it. I've gradually, over the years of child-bearing, accumulated the extra weight equivalent to a small person. Or a large pumpkin, as Valerie Bertonelli would illustrate to her television audience. So now I am attempting to whiddle away some of that pumpkin flesh, and hopefully find a new me on the other side.


So, why am I telling you all about this? Well, truthfully, I have been on this diet since September 10th, but I was afraid of announcing it at the beginning in fear of it being a total bust. However, I have been seeing some positive results and now have the courage to announce it to the world.


Now it's done. I am officially accountable. All of you will know what I'm doing if you see me sneaking a brownie, so now I have to be good.


So here's the tally:
Day: 24
Pounds Lost: 12


Only about three zuchinni squashes to go!!!