Uh huh... this is exactly what I'd like to be doing at this very moment. Booyah!
Yeah, Kids... here I am. Woo hoo! Let's have a party!
Or, not. [Ugh!]
Or, not. [Ugh!]
Nope... no fancy schmancy, hey-Uncle-Beefy-what-font-is-that kinda schtick. Just me and a standard Blogger font selection and a why-did-I-get-outta-bed kinda Friday. I know. Awesome.
So, here's the dealio, Kids. I got up at 4:00am this morning, started the coffee, managed to avoid a hip transplant whilst walking through the kitchen with one of my ravenous blind cats darting back and forth between my legs, fed said cats, assessed the reemergence of a possible ant infestation, and then sat down at my desk to check into my little corner of the web. With the first hits of caffeine pulsing through the system, I started gittin' down ta' business. "Hey, tweeps!" "Ooh, hi there Pinterest loveliness!" "Good morning, Houzz Home Page with my ideabook posted!" "Happy Friday, Mr. New Post Blogger Button!" [insert record scraaaatch here] "Um, Circling Little Rainbow Ball? What are you doing here?! And, why in the hell did you bring Mr. Hard Drive Mystery Clicking with you?!!"
Wondering what in the hell I'm talking about? Yeah, me too! Because the next thing I know I'm looking at some gray file folder icon with a question mark flashing against a white screen. Did I just get fired from the internet?! Or, maybe God/The Universe/Oprah decided I needed to stay off the computer for awhile.
And, do what? Invest in the idea of just making sweat pants part of my permanent wardrobe and bake my butt off in pursuit of emotional eating? I'm sure I could find an article to talk me down off this ledge on Oprah.com. Oh. Wait! Right! No internet! Awesome.
So, it looks like my hard drive is fried. Sayonara! See ya'! And, bye bye to all that I hadn't yet backed up. Of course.
This is coming on the heels of dealing with our dog that needs surgery projected to be in the neighborhood of $2500-$2700, my Mom who is showing disconcerting early signs of either dementia or Alzheimer's and won't see a doctor, and a family member who, despite having very little contact with me, decided to take it upon themselves to make a drunk-dial phone call to discuss at length the multitude of character flaws I apparently have. To name a few. Again, awesome.
In short, right now it's kinda feeling like "the straw." Y'know? Then again, maybe it's just more than I care to deal with in the immediate moment and I'll just keep rolling along. I mean, what other alternative does one really have? Join a religious cult?
At the very least, this is going to seriously impede on my posting abilities until I can get this matter resolved. So, in the words of Depeche Mode, 'enjoy the silence.' In the meantime, I may as well head out to the barn and saddle up ole "What-Can-Ya'-Do" and go for a long, contemplative ride. Or, take to the Lifetime Movie Network to derive inspiration from the likes of Lindsay Wagner or Melissa Gilbert on bouncing back from adversity. But, if I come to find out that my partner, Kendall, is a Russian spy and my brother? I swear I'm calling it quits!
So, here's the dealio, Kids. I got up at 4:00am this morning, started the coffee, managed to avoid a hip transplant whilst walking through the kitchen with one of my ravenous blind cats darting back and forth between my legs, fed said cats, assessed the reemergence of a possible ant infestation, and then sat down at my desk to check into my little corner of the web. With the first hits of caffeine pulsing through the system, I started gittin' down ta' business. "Hey, tweeps!" "Ooh, hi there Pinterest loveliness!" "Good morning, Houzz Home Page with my ideabook posted!" "Happy Friday, Mr. New Post Blogger Button!" [insert record scraaaatch here] "Um, Circling Little Rainbow Ball? What are you doing here?! And, why in the hell did you bring Mr. Hard Drive Mystery Clicking with you?!!"
Wondering what in the hell I'm talking about? Yeah, me too! Because the next thing I know I'm looking at some gray file folder icon with a question mark flashing against a white screen. Did I just get fired from the internet?! Or, maybe God/The Universe/Oprah decided I needed to stay off the computer for awhile.
And, do what? Invest in the idea of just making sweat pants part of my permanent wardrobe and bake my butt off in pursuit of emotional eating? I'm sure I could find an article to talk me down off this ledge on Oprah.com. Oh. Wait! Right! No internet! Awesome.
So, it looks like my hard drive is fried. Sayonara! See ya'! And, bye bye to all that I hadn't yet backed up. Of course.
This is coming on the heels of dealing with our dog that needs surgery projected to be in the neighborhood of $2500-$2700, my Mom who is showing disconcerting early signs of either dementia or Alzheimer's and won't see a doctor, and a family member who, despite having very little contact with me, decided to take it upon themselves to make a drunk-dial phone call to discuss at length the multitude of character flaws I apparently have. To name a few. Again, awesome.
In short, right now it's kinda feeling like "the straw." Y'know? Then again, maybe it's just more than I care to deal with in the immediate moment and I'll just keep rolling along. I mean, what other alternative does one really have? Join a religious cult?
At the very least, this is going to seriously impede on my posting abilities until I can get this matter resolved. So, in the words of Depeche Mode, 'enjoy the silence.' In the meantime, I may as well head out to the barn and saddle up ole "What-Can-Ya'-Do" and go for a long, contemplative ride. Or, take to the Lifetime Movie Network to derive inspiration from the likes of Lindsay Wagner or Melissa Gilbert on bouncing back from adversity. But, if I come to find out that my partner, Kendall, is a Russian spy and my brother? I swear I'm calling it quits!
(Yeah, in case you didn't know, one of my 'character flaws' is also inappropriate use of humor during moments of crisis.)
See ya's sometime soon, Kids!
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