Category Archives: Screaming and Crying

Deep Thoughts @TheGirl_GrowsUp

 

I pretty much feel like I figured out the meaning of life this weekend.  I totally understand why people Tweet.  Yes, sometimes it does take me awhile to “get” stuff.


I am blond you know.


Anytweet… I was getting a bit frustrated with my back and not being able to hold the iPad or sit at the computer so I decided to try Twitter once again on my phone.


Only this time I “get it.”


I realized that if I am unable to blog, or when I have a second I can share my most innermost thoughts in 140 characters or less, of course.


And I have deep thoughts. 


Really.  I do.


PLUS!  Since I usually do my posts in advance, I can tell you SO much more on Twitter!  Riveting, riveting stuff I tell you.  Like…

 

What happened to Tyler this weekend?

What did I eat at the Fair that absolutely blew my mind?


I know you are dying to know.


And… since I am now looking like an idiot proficient on Twitter, do you know what I did?


I got my mom on there too!


@Tinatalking is my mom!!!!


I know.  Control yourself.  It is just too exciting for words.


So.  That’s that.  That is what I have been doing while resting my back.  I am much better by the way.  Thank you for all of your kind words and suggestions.


I am still in pain, but nothing like last week.  I am taking it easy, but I learned that I can’t fold clothes.  That sent me into spasms for an entire day.


Cry for me people.  I can’t fold clothes!  Tyler won’t let me.  Bwhahahahahaha!!!!

 

Life is good.



I Am Forbidden to Blog

On Monday I told you how I messed up my blog and lost it completely. Well all of that time spent on the computer hurt me in a big way.

After my blog ordeal Sunday, I picked up Sarah and hurt my back.

I must have been pretty tense.

I hurt it so much I couldn’t even pick up a bowl or get myself a glass of water.

Or stand up straight.

So mom and Tyler have forbidden me to touch the computer until I am healed.

I will return on Friday for Feel Good Friday and I am hoping that my post will be a Pain Free Friday.

-Sent from my iPad while laying in bed, on a heating pad while watching crappy daytime TV.

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There is a Fine Line Between Stupid and Brilliant


When Sarah was smaller I would tell her not to touch something and this is what she would say:

 

“But I MUST touch it.  I HAVE to touch it.  I NEED to touch it.”


Do you know where she gets that from?

 

ME.


This weekend Emily was at her dad’s, Sarah was napping and Tyler was napping as well.  So I decided that instead of writing some posts, or catching up on my reading, I would tinker with my blog.  Update some plug-ins; add some plug-ins, etc.


Sounds good, right?


I started at 12:36 PM and ended at 11:30 PM.

 

Did you notice that I was online for 11 hours?!


Somewhere along the way, I lost my homepage.


But I knew that I could fix it by myself.  I just knew I could.


At 10:00 PM Tyler came into the kitchen where I was sitting working on my laptop and he suggested that I call the support hotline.

 

But that would be just too smart wouldn’t it?


I did not call because I just knew I could fix it.  Oh, yes, and I will NOT stop and ask for directions either.


Back when I was on Blogger, I knew that if something went wrong I had about a 70% chance that I could figure it out.  Now that I am on WordPress, I have about a .5% chance.


Last night I saw a whole world of databases, root directories, servers that are just too complex for my teeny, tiny brain, but you know what I did?

 

I HAD to click it.  I NEEDED to click it.  I CLICKED it.


And I lost my entire blog and also my blog dashboard!


So I went to bed.


My head was spinning and my heart was racing and my muscles were tightening.  I watched a taped episode of Letterman which usually lulls me to sleep.  I was almost there, when Letterman turned off and I heard people moaning and groaning.

 

Was somebody having sex in my room? 


I looked at the TV and apparently at 1:30 AM on Cinemax there is some pretty risqué stuff.


Now I was in a pickle.  If I got up out of bed to get the remote on Tyler’s side of the bed, I would risk waking Millie who was sound asleep in her crate.  However, I also didn’t think I could fall asleep to soft porn playing in the background.


So I laid in bed for a bit and pondered my dilemma.


Meanwhile I noticed that the guy on the TV looked vaguely like the kid whose locker was next to mine in the 7th grade.  So I sat up to see if I could see him clearer and made a mental note to Google him in the morning.


Kind of makes me look forward to that class reunion next summer.

 

How you doin’?


With all of these thoughts racing through my head coupled with code, html, databases, index, php, SQL, servers… well… I just burst out laughing because this was just NOT how I had planned to spend my weekend.


In the end, I decided to carefully hop out of bed and change the channel.  I was just about at that relaxed drool stage when our weather radio siren went off in the kitchen.


Just peachy!

 

TORNADO WATCH ALERT!


And I went back to bed.  I had had enough.  Go ahead and blow me away, make my day.  I bet there are no computers in heaven.


I woke up on Sunday and started Googling my problem.


2 hours later I finally called that Support Line. 


2 Hours after that I had a Homepage.


1 hour after that my feed was back on track.


Do you want to know what caused me all of my problems?  Do you?


A plug-in (like a widget) caused everything to go haywire after I updated WordPress 2.9 to 3.1.


I deactivated the Plug-in and voila!  Here is am!

 

Hello.  How are YOU today?


You know if I had something medically wrong with me I wouldn’t attempt to perform surgery on myself. 


When I have transmission problems, I don’t pop the hood of my car and just “tinker” around.

 

Why in God’s Green Earth, do I feel that I am able to fix computer problems by myself?  Why?


Although, I must say, the tech support girl was wonderful and she did tell me that I had to update WordPress on my server as well, but that still didn’t fix my problem with losing my Homepage.


As stupid as I am capable of being at times, I fixed that all by myself!


It just goes to show you, that there is a fine line between stupid and brilliant. (just so you know, I was stupid and now I am back to feeling brilliant.)



Put the Scissors Down!


Sarah has a huge amount of stranger danger going on… which is good.


She doesn’t run from me.


It gets bad when I want to get her hair cut. 


I did that once and she cried and screamed so hard, the Kids Barber, where they say they can cut any kid’s hair, can’t do it.


So since age 1 I have been cutting her hair.


Did I mention her hair grows with lightening speed?


Did I tell you I don’t have a beautician’s license?


So last week I had some extra time and I decided to cut her hair.


Easy peasy, right?


I only have to cut in a straight line.

 

*sigh*


Her hair was really long and about 4 inches down her back, so I thought I would take off an inch.


First I sat her on a chair, then a stool, then on the kitchen table where she proclaimed,

“Mama, we don’t sit on tables!”

 

I just couldn’t get the right angle to get the job done.


I sweated.   I gasped.  I cursed.


I asked Tyler if he would do it after he made a face.


Why did he make a face?

 

I had cut it to her shoulders.


My one inch turned into 4 inches.


“Honey, I think you need to put the scissors down.” He said with a slight amount of fear in his voice.



So the next morning I took one look at my poor pathetic child with her horribly cut hair and told her I was taking her to the Beauty Shop.


Let’s just say that didn’t go over so well, so I got out my scissors once again.


This time I put her on the ottoman in front of the TV.


Then I had her stand.


Standing on the ottoman worked.  I could finally get a good angle.


She stood.  I cut.  I whimpered.  She consoled.

 

Then we went outside to play, but I brought my scissors with me so I could see any wisps that I missed.


Apparently, I do not know what a straight line is.


She stood.  I cut.


 “LAURA!!  Put the scissors down!”  My mom yelled from her deck.


I did what I was told.


Her hair still isn’t right.


It is between her shoulders and jaw line now, but if I could just make one more cut…



The Best Laid Plans

I figured I had about 5 days.

5 Days to learn WordPress and make my new site absolutely perfect… and then I got sick.

Just a cold, right?  Blew my nose for 2 days… no biggie.  I drank water, I rested…

Then I got a cough and a fever.

And I visited Urgent Care.

Now, even though the chest x-rays were completely clear, they thought I was getting Bacterial Bronchitis.

3 Prescriptions later, here I am.

My site is not ready and I have no clue what WordPress is all about.

Ummm… I got dressed yesterday in real clothes which was a BIG deal.

But, Sarah and Tyler now appear to have colds of their own.

When it rains, it pours.

I will be back.  I just don’t know when.

When I am back this site will rock and the stories I have to tell you about me getting sick are good.  Really good.

I miss you all.

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Oh Those Fights


Are You Ready for a Rumble?


When Emily was a baby, my mom and I would have lunch and shop together once a week. It was so nice to just get out of the house and hang out.


One Christmas season in particular we were out shopping and we had decided to separate since we were buying each other’s gifts.


We divided up the mall into 2 halves so that we wouldn’t meet and spoil the surprise.


Apparently, we forgot which half was whose.


I pushed the stroller into B. Dalton Books and saw my mom who should not have been there.


“You horrible woman! What are you doing in this store?” I exclaimed loudly.


She said something nasty in return, but we were just being funny, or so we thought.


Two employees of the store came over to us and asked us to “Take it outside.” As they so nicely put it, at which point both of us burst out laughing! We were in tears laughing so hard and we couldn’t get it out how we were just being funny so we just hugged each other to show them all was good.


When we finally could speak, we had them in tears from laughing too.






He Was Right… Once


When mom and dad would fight I would listen. I always would think about who was right and who was wrong and 99.9% of the time I thought my mom was right.


One day they had had a fight and mom and I were on our way to play racquetball. We were in the car and she was ranting a bit. I listened to her, but then said, “Actually, I think dad is right this time.”


She looked at me in horror and said, “That is IT! I am turning the car around and we are going home!”


She didn’t turn the car around. We ended up playing. I think she even let me win.


She apologized to him when we got home.


But I will always remember that one time when dad was right.






The Perfect Mother – Daughter Relationship


All of my friends thought my mom and I had the perfect relationship and we really did. I really respected her and we did not have much trouble during my teen years.


Because of that, my friends really respected my parents as well and everyone loved them, but when we would fight… oh… man… it was loud!


We were in one such fight one night when my friend Brian called. I answered the phone and proceeded to tell him what was going on and how I was right and she was wrong when he asked me to put my mom on the phone.


Then mom told him her side of the story.


Then he asked to be kept on speakerphone because as he said, “This is priceless! You two really do fight!”


Brian has since passed away, but for the next 10 years he always reminded me of that famous mother-daughter “precious moment.”

Dumb and Dumber: The Tornado


I was 8 years old. My mom had taken a part time job at a book store a couple days a week. My dad worked nights so the 2 of us were home during the day by ourselves.


One afternoon, the sirens went off indicating a Tornado. I knew the drill.


My dad, did not.


I started to head downstairs and asked him to help me bring my stuffed animals with me. He did and then proceeded to head back upstairs.


I could hear the hard rain and heavy winds and I was worried about my dad. Quickly I ran upstairs to retrieve him.


I found him in the kitchen.


What was he doing?


He was standing with his hands pressed up against our brand new solid wood kitchen door that he installed a week earlier.


Me: Dad, what are you doing?


Dad: I am holding up the door. I am not going to let the wind knock it down. We put a lot of money into this door. Go back downstairs.


Even at my young age I knew this was wrong, so I called my mom at work and told her what was going on.


Mom: Put Jim on the phone NOW!


I ended up fleeing for safety and he remained upstairs. He did eventually come downstairs and asked if I wanted to go outside and look at all of the damage in the neighborhood.


What do you think I did?


I called my mom at work and asked her if it was okay. I wasn’t about to trust the judgment of a guy who was standing holding up a door in the middle of a tornado.

Epilogue:


By now, you all know how much I love my dad. My favorite question to ask him is:


“Dad, what were you thinking? So the rest of the house is going to be blown to bits, but darn it all, if the door isn’t going to get knocked down?”


He shakes his head and laughs and says that it seemed like a good idea at the time! He admits, it wasn’t one of his brighter ideas…


By the way, the tornado did hit 2 blocks away, but I wouldn’t leave the yard and go look, until mom got home from work.