Monday, July 23, 2007

Vista Child

Name: Vista Presario
Birthdate: 7/21/07
Mother: Hewlett Packard
Father: Compaq Presario

Adopted by the Agnes family for the sum of $4,795.02. (ok, not really. It was a lot cheaper...but the cost of the headache......)
Windows Vista, I do not recommend. It does not play well with printers. There is very little software, in fact, that it does play well with and no one has bothered to make new software for it. Games bail out the moment they are introduced. It loses drives left and right. It really isn't a very polite child at all.

I will say this for it, the little Vista bot is a networking fool. It searches out every pc and laptop within spitting distance....but I think it only wants to take all the toys from the other computers.

Our little VistaBot is a baaaaaad kid.

Happy Monday all.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Afghans for Everyone...or...How to Fill the Time

Whatever shall I do with myself now? We have time we didn't have before. We no longer have to be home at 6:30a.m. and 6:30p.m for regular insulin shots. We don't spend 20 minutes of every hour upstairs taking care. We are left with ourselves now. 9 years and the world has shifted under our feet once again.

We stare at the clock come 6:30 and wonder "what now". We change the channel to deter that longing to go upstairs and check on "the baby". We fill the time in between.

I have found my new time filler. I am teaching myself to crochet. I am making Afghans for Everyone. Merry Christmas because they're coming.

I only have to make 412 of these: (they take about 15 minutes each and I'm up to 20 now)
And I only have to make 16 of these: (they take 4 hrs and I've made two)
I'm rocking and rolling. Beware, I could be making Sweaters for Everyone come Christmas. :)

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Satan (a.k.a. Fang-Baby, a.ka. Boo Bear) 1986-2007

Good-bye sweet baby. I hope your eyesight is back and you are playing (chasing) Mickey and Moochie. 19 years was a long time. I've loved you like my own since we met. Daddy has loved you all your life and still does.

No more insulin shots. No more hurting teeth. Back to your beautiful, fat-cat self.
Daddy will come get you first thing when he can. You wait for him there. I hope that wait isn't more than a minute in the sun for you.

Momma super-loves you little pur-baby. Daddy misses you terrible. He'll never cuddle again like he did with you. Thank you for loving us back.