Daily Dose

I woke up at 4am and I don’t know why. I did go back to sleep for a bit but I was at my desk shortly before 6am.

My phone rang before 8am, waking TW up since I left my phone in the bedroom.

The day… it went downhill from there.

Oh it wasn’t that it was bad, really. It was just stressful and now I’m exhausted.

But the day isn’t over. We need to go to the grocery store and we are taking the youngest child to dinner. I promised ice cream, too.

I’d really like to head to bed and hide under the covers.

It’s been that kind of day.

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I never really liked Bingo when I was a kid. I had some sort of a Bingo game – something with cardboard Bingo cards and little cardboard discs to cover numbers. I only vaguely remember it and I think you called numbers by turning over a little cardboard tile. Boring.

I may have also had one of those much cooler car versions where you slide a little sheet of colored plastic across the numbers, though maybe I only had some version where you covered a picture of a cow, or a flag or something – as you drove along on your trip.

I might have liked Bingo better if I’d had a cool tumbler with little balls or disks. I like those tumbler thingies. I also prefer to be the caller rather than the card player. I like control and who has more control in a Bingo game than the caller?

I’ve never played Bingo as an adult – not even with my kids. I’ve never been to a Bingo parlor or to a church or school with Bingo players. I’ve never really understood the attraction.

So why in the hell am I playing Bingo on Facebook – every single day?

The answer is… I have no damn idea.

Or maybe I do – I’m a sucker for mothers. That’s why I’ve logged into Farmville or Frontierworld or CafeHoleintheWall or Cityscape or whatever the heck those Zynga games are called … pretty much every single day for a year. My mother made me do it.

This Bingo thing, it’s all @Sassymonkey’s mother’s fault. Yea. I’m playing Bingo for her mother – even @Sassymonkey isn’t playing Bingo for her own mother. I am a SUCKER for mothers.

Gah. Where is the 46 again? Is that “N” or “G”? Math is hard and so is Bingo, damn it.

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At the first BlogHer Food, when was that? I’ve forgotten, this really cool HP printer was on display at a party hosted by Elise, Ree and Jaden and TW and I fell in love with it. But it was really expensive – of course it was, you’d expect the God of all Printers to be expensive. Flash forward several months and we saw one on sale at a Staples that was going out of business in Skokie. We could not resist and we brought it home.

We love that printer and it’s never given us a moment of trouble. All of the computers talk nicely to it and it talks nicely to them. Even the computers who come to visit for winter vacation have played well with the God Printer.

And then something bad happened.

We switched from ATT DSL to ATT u-verse and the God Printer seemed ok with that. Until a couple days later when suddenly none of the computers recognized the God Printer. The God Printer itself said it was online. It happily showed me its wireless networking report (six times). It was happy to connect to the internet with the apps hosted on the God Printer. It was simply the computers who refused to talk to it.

I spent HOURS trying to get the computers to recognize the God Printer. Tweaking settings, uninstalling, reinstalling and finally – all was right with the home network. The laptops all began to talk to the God Printer and much printing took place.

Until a few hours ago when I wanted to print out a coupon for $2 off of a rotisserie chicken.

The laptops insist that the God Printer is offline. The God Printer on the other hand has happily shown me it’s networking report (twice) and it connects happily to the internet via the apps.

It’s like some sort of Holy War here in my office and it’s making me crazy. Why can’t we all just get along?

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I woke up too early – let’s blame TW. And birds. But not RJ’s bird, surprisingly.

The prairie dogs also woke up too early. Well one woke up too early, Pebbles. And she has banged on her cage ALL. DAY. LONG.

We have to leave the house at some horrible hour in order to get to the Noyes Cultural Center to see Elly and the other Circus Freaks perform The Princess Bride. TW says we have to get there an hour early to avoid the fist fights in the lobby. I do not understand this. Fist fights in the lobby? For circus freak?

This was not the post I was going to write today. But. See above.

Instead – go read about nesting and the patriarchy.

Oh. You should also go read my review of A Jane Austen Education – speaking of patriarchy and headaches and but not nesting – Jane Austen wasn’t really a very good nester, was she?

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As I write this, I’m officially on PTO. I was supposed to take off an hour ago – that didn’t happen. Mostly because at some point yesterday something happened and none of our computers (or devices of any kind) will talk to the God Printer. Something also happened that caused me not to be able to watch video of any kind on my computer.  I accidentally ran an update which caused me to be unable to work during the last hour of my work day – so when that update finished, I was an hour behind.

And then I got a phone call.

And then I got an email I really wanted to answer.

And I need to make a phone call but the person I’m trying to call is not answering – oh there she is now.

Where was I? Oh. Keeping my head above water. Hah.

Not happening. Not enough hours in the day.

But on a good note – we’re going to see Lorena tonight, which makes all of today’s little annoyances worth it.

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TW was a Coke addict when I met her. Coke as in the drink in the red can, not the white powder-y stuff. She’s talked about cutting back and even quitting, and from time to time she’s had some small success with both.

But that never lasts. She just plain likes Coke.

When we were down south, in May, for BlogHer Food and to visit family, Cokes were on sale. She thought we should buy them and bring them back. I said we didn’t need to because there would be another sale soon – and I was right.

Shortly after we got home from that trip, we stocked up on Cokes again.

And then TW found a new drink addiction – Komboucha.

I didn’t realize that the Komboucha addiction had actually taken over for the Coke addiction. I thought she was still drinking one Coke a day, most days – along with her one Komboucha a day.

Last week there was an awesome sale on sodas – so we bought 8 more 12 packs of soda (4 Coke, 2 Fruit Punch, 2 Orange Fanta) and TW couldn’t figure why we bought that. (It actually was one of the things that put us over budget.)

I told her we bought it because we needed it.

She said we didn’t because she wasn’t drinking Coke anymore.

I rolled my eyes.

Today, I reorganized the stockpile room.

She was right – she’s not drinking nearly as much Coke. I’m shocked.

I don’t know how you replace a Coke addiction with a Komboucha addiction. Komboucha TASTES horrible. (And also – it’s freaking expensive.)

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Don’t laugh. OK fine. Go ahead and laugh.

Me? Pledging to post once a day for a full month? Laughable, isn’t it?

Whatever. I’m going to give it a shot because I like this month’s theme – Swim.

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I thought for sure I’d have a super awesome internet connection right about now. Instead, I find out I won’t get one ‘til I’m dead. Or maybe tomorrow, if I’m lucky.

Nice.

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