Officially Technological

So, tonight the Pacific Blue computer went back to Best Buy. It was kind of sad. We accidentally grabbed the wrong box, so we had Brian's box for his enormous laptop (it has a 17" screen... it's a monster). So, when I put my little Pacific Blue computer in Brian's big box to take it back, it looked so little and sad. But now, I am the proud owner of a new Pacific Blue computer. Honestly, if you were a casual observer of our lives, you would never notice the difference between the old, new computer and the new, new computer. So instead of going to bed (we have to wake up early in the morning), I am putting updates on my new Pacific Blue.

You may ask what was wrong with the other. It had a malfunctioning button so every time you pressed a little too hard or typed a little too hard up would pop Windows Media Center. It was to bad it did it 4 times in a row while I was having the best round of my life (thus far) of Word Hunter. Had it happened during something boring like typing up a paper, or during something mundane like checking my email, it may have been forgiven of the innocuous crime. But the interruption of a good game with all the good letters and two S's is unpardonable.

But all is well again. Except, I can't help thinking of the poor little Pacific Blue computer with a "too tight quick launch panel". I can't help thinking that if I were exchanged every time I was "too tight", I might get exchanged pretty often. Luckily for me, I haven't been sent back to the manufacturer yet.

Good night, new Pacific Blue. May your updates take. And good night old Pacific Blue. I hope you can go back to Gateway and get a nice massage and get loosened up.

My life has been pretty hectic lately. There's a lot of stuff that I think about and say, I should post about that, and then never post it. Like the time the bread exploded for no good reason in our bread machine. Or when I got my computer (it's Pacific Blue), etc. etc. But then it's been so busy, and when it's not busy, I'm too tired. Like tonight. Brian's going to work at Park Center tonight, and what will I do?? Most likely, I'll sit on the couch and make sure that Sam and Maggie don't kill each other. Anyway, for those of you who haven't heard, I will be going back to school. I start May 3rd. I have a couple of months off in the summer, but it will still be a lot different. The other day I got school supplies. I got this great little black tote with pockets on the front and I got a big ol' fat notebook and I got a little zipper bag for my pens and pencils and paper clips and such, and I got a new mechanical pencil (very important), and all that great stuff. I feel really smart. I love school. It's so funny to feel that way because when I graduated from college I was officially burnt out and I thought that I would never want to go back to school or step a toe inside a school, but here I am. Going back and stepping toes.

I'm also trying (desperately) to finish a quilt I've been working on since New Years. It's been a thorn in my side. For some reason everything that could go wrong went wrong, so I had to completely start over, and now I am so sick of the entire project that I just leave it sitting around instead of finishing it. But I hope to have it done this weekend so I can start on something I actually want to do. I think it's going to look cute. And I love the fabric, but I'm so tired of working on it. I think I'm one of those people who just likes to do a project and get it done and move on.

Maggie's getting HUGE. She's soooo tall. She's starting to look like an adult dog. She's very pretty. She's doing pretty well. She had an accident last night, which baffled us, but other than that she's normally a really good little puppy. She sometimes bites Sam's ankles, which distresses him. But I think that's all part of being a puppy.

Anyway, I started this post thinking that it may be my last. Thinking that I should just say how busy I am (and about to get busier) and forget the blog. But then I realized that if I had no blog I would have no forum to voice my random nonsense. And I don't think I'm ready to take that step yet. :) Not that I'm officially technological with my new computer, I can hardly not maintain my blog, right??

Last week, Maggie got spayed. Initially, we had scheduled an appointment for Sam to go in as well. Sam had been a huge turd and we had started to wonder if maybe he was sick or not feeling well. So, we had scheduled an appointment for Maggie at 8:10 for her spay and an appointment for Sam at 8:30 for a general office visit. But it turned out that I got the stomach flu (the details of which I will spare you), and Brian had appointments at work, so he had to drop Mags off for her spay and couldn't take Sam. So, it turned out that Sam and Maggie did not go to the vet. Just Maggie.

So, you could rightly ask yourself why I named my post "Sam and Maggie Go to the Vet" when Sam didn't actually go. The reason I named it that is because we (Brian and I) thought it would make a great children's book title. Although we may have had different ideas as to the gist of the story.

I thought it could be a meaningful, thought-provoking yarn about the reality of mortality (Sam's story) and the hope of life (Maggie's story). Maybe it could be about Sam facing the fact that he's aging, and how he feels about that. And maybe it could be about Maggie feeling tip-top and cheerful and how she ultimately makes Sam feel young again.

However, I think when Brian suggested this title, he thought the story should be a comedic tale about two adults trying to juggle an enormous puppy and a tiny, yet snarly, Jack Russel Terrier at the vet. Where Mags (the puppy) is trying to chew on everything, possibly even the receptionist's shoe, and Sam (the snarly Jack Russel) is trying to attack every living creature with the exception of the people and Maggie. In the pictures, Sam would have perky little ears, and would always have those little dust balls behind his feet that indicate how fast he's running. And Maggie would be really big (though not quite like Clifford), and would likely shuffle around like ScoobyDoo.

But whatever the story, whether a child's expose on mortality and hope, or a laugh a minute slap-stick comedy, it's a great title. And maybe Brian and I should take to writing children's books.