Techno-tard bag
There has been a serious change in my technology over the past week and just so you know, I am not the quickest on the up tick.
We got new cell phones (I brought mine on a bike ride and my water bottle spilled all over it…and broke it), I’ve moved my email and calendar from outlook to gmail (so Adam and I can share each other’s calendars and make partying together so much easier), my site has moved to www.wordpress.com for a hopefully more visually appealing look with better usability and then my lovely husband has added www.delicious.com to my site (which is a cool way to list and share your favorite sites).
The one problem…I have no real idea how to use any of it.
During the past week I have only added two contacts on my cell, home and Adam. That really helps don’t you think? I already know those numbers. And I’m pretty sure you still can’t leave a message.
I am up-to-date in my calendar to the end of THIS month. Does it really matter what’s going on in August?
I’m hoping this blathering will at least post on my new snazzy looking site, because about five minutes ago I needed help knowing my user name and password.
Adam, I know how much this pains you to have married a woman who can barley instant message. I’m so sorry.
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KP and I got to spend some delicious alone time together today. CT and PJ were off doing BIG KID things with their Nana. He didn’t seem to be mind being stuck with me, in fact; he was excited to have his mommy all to himself.
During one of our car rides today we had the following conversation:
KP: Mama, do horses have eggs?
Me: No sweetie, horses have baby horses called calves. Just like people give birth to babies, horses give birth to calves. They don’t lay eggs.
KP: And they come out their butts?
Me: Well…they come out of what is called the vagina, which is by the butt.
KP: Oooohh, then then then when I a dinosaur and you’re a dinosaur I be a egg and you put me in your gina.
Me: Silence.
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Do you have an Inner Voice? One of those little voices inside your head that tells you things, that many times are nasty, not nice or just down right insulting.
Well, funny enough, I do. When I hear The Voice I usually picture a devil on one shoulder and a saint on the other having a conversation. OK, maybe a fight, over me. My Voice has typically not been so nice. It has told me of hardship and failure due to my actions or inactions or my plain old stupidity.
An interesting shift has occurred this summer, my Voice has become, how should I say it…different.
This season of training has been grueling. To any outsider looking in I am sure I seem like a freak that needs to see a psychologist for my exercise addiction. But through this rigorous training I have found kindness within myself, for myself.
I have found my inner self cheering for ME. There is no talk of failure. There is only talk of striving for the best that I can be. My own Voice encouraging me, cheering me on and pushing me.
I really like this new Voice. So much in fact, I’m thinking of naming her.
Any thoughts?
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Wow, not sure what just happened in that time warp but here we are again.
Let’s see…right now in my life it is 6:11 pm. I am in the midst of baking star cookies for the 4th of July festivities, I am microwaving a sweet potato, drinking red wine and listening to Ryan Adam’s new album Easy Tiger.
Have you ever imagined something bad before it acutely happened? I’m talking silly things, like falling off your bike as you’re going down a hill right before you bomb a VERY LARGE HILL or your kids getting killed when our parents take them on a day long adventure…that kind of stuff.
Well, I have it a lot. Please don’t think I am psychic because 99.9% of the time it never happens. But today, as I was holding that sweet potato in my hand and stabbing it with a really sharp pairing knife so I could microwave it and not have it explode, my inner self told me that was a dumb thing to do (which it was) and in that nano-second I envisioned the knife stabbing me in the fleshy part of my palm and then a nano-second later…right into the fleshy part of my hand goes that sharp knife.
Maybe I am part psychic, better yet, somewhere deep inside I do actually have an intuition and that intuition is to not do stupid things.
Or maybe better yet, don’t drink red wine and wield sharp knifes.
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