22 posts tagged “computer”

Quiet frequently I hear stories about the kids that little T goes to school with.  There are a few names that get repeated often and because of this I'm starting to feel like I sort of know these kids. 

The one I hear about the most is Little Ms. Lisa.  At first I kind of thought Little T had a crush on Lisa because I'd hear about her all the time, then I realised it's probably because they sit right next to each other, so he has the most stories to tell about her.

This young lady is an interesting little girl. 
A month or so ago, little T and I were sitting in a waiting room for a doctors appointment and Little T decides to randomly tell me that...

"My friend Lisa said she knows a girl who is 6 years old and has a baby."

Well then.  After a brief internal battle with myself I decided that saying "Your friend Lisa, Is a liar."  Would probably not be the best route to take.  Avoiding all the "where babies come from" bits I basically told him that it is pretty much impossible for a 6 year old to have a baby.  Problem solved, we moved on, life was good.

I can't exactly remember when, but sometime over the past few weeks of no school, Little T told me more stories about "My friend Lisa." 

--A bit of background
Little T has his own computer.  He got a new one for Christmas... my old computer (Bacchus) after he (the computer) went through an upgrade.  He can pretty much play on his computer whenever he wants, as long as he's not grounded, but in order to get on the computer he needs an adult to enter in a password.

Apparently he's told his friends that he needs a password to get into his computer and it's been the topic of discussion at school...

"My friend Lisa told me that if I wanted to play on my computer when I was grounded and any-time I want I should go into the settings and change the password to my computer."

Oh Really?!?  I'm starting to think that "My friend Lisa" is a real trouble maker. 

Without telling Little T the Million and One reasons why that would be a horrible idea if he ever wanted to not be grounded again I asked him what he thought of that idea.  Luckily, he was not easily convinced, he knew that his dad or I would figure out that something was up and he would get into a heap of trouble.

Rumour has it that "my friend Lisa" was going to be moving in with her dad (about an hour or so away from here) but due to whatever reasons that's either not happening at all or it's getting delayed a bit.  Though I feel kind of bad because I've heard she's excited about the prospect of living with her father I'm kind of excited to hear the latest "my friend Lisa" stories when school starts on Monday.

Wow. 
What happened to me?  The gossip of the 4th grade is interesting to me.     

I've mentioned it before and I'm sure it'll come up again...
Living with a 9 year old is one hell of a learning experience. 

I never realized that parent types don't actually enjoy nagging.  I thought they did it because they like being annoying. 
Then comes Little T.
I became a nagging machine* and I HATED it.
Today, he's a peach.  Actually all last week he was a peach too (aside from a slight tendency to be a bit smart alec-y.)  I haven't had to nag at all.  It's amazing!

Little T just asked me to put the password in for his computer so he can play on it.  I got up to check his room, it was all cleaned, nothing on the floor that wasn't supposed to be there, I even kind of tried to find something to comment on, but there was nothing.  Awesome.  Then he told me that when I was a kid no one new what computers were... not so awesome.

I went to Rockaway Beach yesterday to get a washer/dryer.  Rockaway Beach is about 99 miles from here (one way) I got Lesley's truck and went out there and picked up this washer/dryer I found on craigslist for $40.  I got it back here, the Terrorist and I got them off the truck and into the basement, then we realized that we have the wrong plug for the dryer, the hoses are both leaky and the venting tube thingy is WAY too short.  That trip to Home Depot cost me about 30 something dollars.  I'm starting to think I should have just stayed local and spent $100 on some of the local washer/dryers I saw on craigslist.  I got all the Home Depot stuff this morning, I was going to go hook it all up but I'm lazy and I figure that's what the Terrorist is for.  What's the point in living with a boy if they don't do the manual labor and spider killing?

I need a day off.  Just one.  A day to myself when I don't focus on doing things that are work related, cleaning related, kid/boy related or having to do with taxes/other errands.  Basically I want one full day when I can do nothing but sit around watch LOST and eat ice cream... ALL FREAKIN DAY!!!  I can't do that though.  My catholic upbringing forbids it.  The guilt would be too much.  Maybe after I finish my tax fiasco (which I plan on battling tomorrow) then maybe on Wednesday I can take the early part of the day to lay around and be a lazy oaf.  Maybe.

* "Machine" might be a bit of an extreme term but I'm using my poetic license.

This is my last post on Bacchus (my old computer.)

It's been 5 great years... but as they say, all good things must come to an end.

I'll miss you (when I'm not ooing and ahhing over my new computers awesomeness.

Ugh.

I'm occasionally lactose intolerant. 
Weird, I know. 
I don't really get it.  Sometimes dairy gets to me, other times I'm fine.
Today, it's killin' me.

In good news, there is a possibility that some/all of the parts for my computer* will be here tomorrow!!

* The Terrorist is building me a new computer.  YAY!!

The Terrorist didn't have to work yesterday. 
He took the day off so he could bring Little T to a counselor appointment and since he didn't know how long it was going to take he took the whole day.  The appointment was done by 11a and the kid was at school by 11.30a.  Which meant we had the next 4 hours to play!  Woohoo!

What'd we do?

We went to Ikea!
This is a HUGE fucking deal!  The Terrorist HATES Ikea.  Can't stand it.  I LOVE Ikea.  So when he suggested we go to Ikea I was slightly elated.  He's looking for a wooden box to build a computer in and while searching online he happened to find one at Ikea that could possibly work.  We've since found out that it doesn't work but that's not the point.  The point is that I got the Terrorist to go to Ikea!  Awesome.

After that we went to Home Depot. 
I'm not a girly girl.  Never have been and though for awhile it really bothered me, now I'm totally cool with it and I kind of have fun picking on the girly girls at work who can't handle getting their hands dirty.  I've always loved Home Depot.  There are all kinds of gadgets and gizmo's and it's just cool.  The T and are are wandering around looking for stuff he needs to build computers in wooden boxes.  I was basically there just to tag along but since I love Home Depot I was completely content.  We get an associate to help us find something and as Mr. Depot is showing us where the Plexiglas (or whatever) is, I get distracted by shiny stuff and fall behind them by about 15 or 20 feet.  I happen to look up towards them just as a lady home depot associate is passing by them.  She TOTALLY checked the T out.  My immediate thoughts... "Back off Bitch, He's mine!"   Then I laughed at myself.  Partially because I totally wanted to run up to him and start making out with him in front of her and partially because I realized how foolish I was being.  Here I thought I've grown so much in the past few years and I'm getting over my major jealousy issues but yet I got all stupid about some random chick noticing that my boyfriend is a hotty.

By that point I was starved, so we stopped at McDonald's, came home, gorged then had some afternoon sex.  Afternoon sex is awesome.  We haven't had afternoon sex since the days when we were both unemployed and didn't do much aside from sitting around all day and have sex.  Though I can't say I'm a huge fan of afternoon sex immediately following a McDonald's gorge fest... Something about Mickey D's just makes me feel anything but sexy.  Beggars can't be choosers though.

How many computers do you have in your home? Where are they located, who uses them, and for what purposes?
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Currently there are 4.  There is mine which is in our bedroom, the T's which is in the Living room as is Little T's.  And there's one in the basement that's... in the basement.  I think it's a "parts computer" though I don't really know. 

Sometime in the next few weeks to months we will be getting another one for stroage/networking, plus the T is going to be building me another computer sometime in the not too distant future.

I'm sure there will be more in the future... though, that's what happens when you live with an uber geek.  :-)

Dinner went well. 
Little T and I made Shepard's Pie. 
I have never seen a kid eat so much freakin' food.  Then, first thing this morning after I got here he comes out and asks me if there is any more and can he have it for lunch.  (Actually he wanted just a "little, little, tiny piece" for breakfast too.)  I think he liked it.

I sort of made my "semi-reasonable" bed time.  After the kid went to be the T and I were discussing all the things we can't discuss in front of him.  At some point we got on the topic of how the apartment is going to be set up.  He started throwing out suggestions but because I'm such a visual person I have a hard time imagining things without seeing them.  His response to this...  "I have something to help with that"  or something like that.  He jumped up went to the computer, I sat on the couch wondering what the hell he was doing for a few minutes then more or less passed out until I woke up to him playing with my feet. 
What was he doing?
Making a layout of my apartment via the Sims.
Hilarious!
After I got over my amusement at the situation I realize it was actually a pretty good idea.  We didn't really decide anything except that the cable comes in the living room in a really awful spot.
I left here a little bit after midnight, got home, showered and was in bed by 1a.  Later than I wanted but not that bad, add that to the fact that I didn't have to be here until 8a... I feel much better.  Still tired, but feeling much better!

I miss bed sex. 
Never thought I'd say that.
Though I totally enjoy the shower sex and living-room blow-jobs, I miss the non-rushed sex that comes behind closed, locked, bedroom doors.
That's gonna be some good sexin' when it happens.

Today I need to...
- Come up with something to do with a handful of strawberries.
- Send out a few resumes.
- Call my landlord, discuss plans.
- Make sure Little T is at home at 3.30p
- Decide if I'm gonna go get a drink with Miss. Kelly and what to wear when I decide that I have to go.
- Burn cd for Nate.

It's 642am. 
I should be snoring right now.  For at least another 20 mins. 
But nope!  I've been waking up regularly since about 5a then at about 6 or 630a my eyes decided they didn't want to close anymore. 
Bastards.
I need coffee.

It's brewing.

The good thing about me being up this early is that I'm totally awake and as long as I stay this way and can get my ass away from the computer I might get some stuff done. 
Like dishes. 
I can also save my newly acquired PJ Harvey to my flash so I can bring it to the T's and make beautiful cd's with it. 
I think my printer is out of ink.  That sucks.

Damn you Lesley's printer for not playing nice with my computer.  That's really not very cool of you!!
Oh well, It was a nice idea.  It might still happen, but I doubt it.

I woke up with a ginormous zit on my inner thigh.  Hurts like a bitch.  Hmmm, sexy.

Time to tear myself away from this thing.  Maybe I'll shower before I go to the T's.  Exciting.

Disclaimer:  I'm stoned.  I wasn't during the early parts of this post then sometime around the time I needed a shower I decided I should smoke too.  And then I did.  And showered and made coffee and now I'm not longer ready to strangle the Skinhead.  Well, though the shower and coffee were/are delicious I really think the loss of the strangling feelings should be credited more to the reefer and some songs about "apple bottom jeans" and some gentleman who sings about how "I may not have a motorboat but I can float your boat."  Add in the fact that no one else is home so I can dance around the apartment naked... well, seriously who can stay mad after that????

-------------Now, back to your regularly scheduled blog..-----------------

So, I don't really remember posting last night.  I wasn't drunk though (or stoned.) I think I might have been drunk on tiredness. 
It was a bit of a full day. 
I was up at 7a, watching little T at 8a. Made the Little T swap with the Terrorist right around 340p then I went right into work and worked until 11.30. 
Then came home, showered and had some sex.  (Apparently some enjoyable if somewhat painful sex)

In order for the Terrorist and I to have sex time we've taken to planning it out around child care.  Which, last night, was my roommate.  (Thank you, Lesley.)  She went over there and hung out and we come down here and touched each other.  Lesley, is leaving for Singapore in 3 days.  (She's going to be gone for 3 weeks)  :-(   Grandpa T has offered to occasionally take Little T on afternoons that I have off.  ( Grandpa T is an amazing man.)  Now, I can't say that I'm a huge fan of planned sex but planned sex is like Twelve Billion and Ten time's better than no sex.  So planned sex it is.

I'm oily, I need to shower.

Much better.
Where was I?  Ahh yes, sex. 
Planned sex. 
Though it doesn't have that element of surprise that I love, it's been anything but bad sex.  And the surprise element snuck up and bit me on Wednesday night.  Little T sleeping soundly, the Terrorist and I were hanging out on the couch.  I figured he was feeling a bit randy because he kept mentioning something about babysitters, or humping on the stairs (but there's a big window there) or how much the situation sucks.  Then he initiates the fooling around process.  
I never did the whole sneek around thing when I was in high school.   Due to many reason's, I never actually kissed anyone until I was almost 19.  So this whole sneak around thing is completely new to me and I find it both very exciting and very terrifying.  (Not that there's been a lot of sneaking around, but still...)  I don't think I could handle it if we were going at it then I hear... "Dad, what are you doing to Megan?"  or even worse... "Megan, what are you doing to my Dad?"  Ugh...  Okay time for a subject change.

I'm sitting in my room playing online.  This is so freaking weird to me.  Weird in a fucking awesome way because Lesley leaves in 3 days and she's taking her laptop with her.  I was worried I'd have to go internet-less or drag my computer into the livingroom.  (Though Little T has told me on many occasions that I could use his computer ANY time I needed.)  Plus I use the Terrorist's computer when I'm there during the day but it's the after work/weekend times I'm worried about.  Well maybe "worried" is a bit extreme but anyway it's not an issue anymore because I'm online on MY computer, in MY room!

Oh yeah, Jijibu, where'd the hell you go?  You sent me an email on OkC then before I could respond (we wont mention the fact that it took me 2-3 weeks to respond) you deleted your account.  What's up?  How's the girl?

I dont wanna go to work.

I need to find better music.
Actually I think I'm going to end this and go dance around some more... this time I think she's going to move her body like a cyclone.  (I really hate the fact that I love all this cheezy ass hiphop... but you just can help but wiggle to it!  It's too damn catchy!!)
Anyway, I should clean a bit before I need to get ready/leave for work
Fuck, I don't want to go to work.

I don't really know how but I'm online with my computer in my room.
That's awesome.
I don't remember trying to get online.  I was fucking around with the WiFi card the other day 'cause the T had some questions about how I get online with my wireless card but I didn't think it worked so I just left.  Yesterday I saw that I was signed into pidgen.

Crazy.

This morning was good. 
Woke up early, felt refreshed, made some coffee went to the T's.

Since then the day has gone down hill.  I have that yucky numbish feeling.  What the fuck is wrong with me?  Am I pms-ing?  Nah.  Couldn't be.  It's too soon.  Or is it? 

Yuck.

Here's hopin' the day turns around again.