I took the Pre Hi's bowling tonight.

And was going to blog about it but now I won't.
I'm p'ed.
That tickle deep inside my nose? Still there.
It's causing my right eye to water endlessly.
And every once in a while a tiny, speedy, hot trickle of snot escapes from my right nostril causing me to frantically look for something to wipe it with.
We've gone through 6 boxes of kleenex this week.

And, well, I've got a magic bag warming up the dull crampy pain I always get in my lower back around this time of the month.

But that is not why I'm peeved.

I only have one computer that I can download photos to. My laptop.
And guess what? This is the 8th day in a row that I've had a sporatic internet connection.
The last time I blogged from my laptop and could post current photos was March 1.

That is totally unacceptable.
I don't think it's an internet issue, but rather something wrong with my laptop.
Just a gut feeling.
But it's like it forgets we've used the wizard to set up the wireless thingy. It loses it completely. The wireless icon disappears.
We keep reinstalling whatever you need to install to have wireless access, and it's sometimes good for 15 minutes or so - and then poof. Gone like magic. Bad magic. Not happy magic.

Oh, I could go on and on.

But I'm boring myself with this whine.
And getting all agitated inside because like brain surgery, brick laying, or picture drawing, computer trouble-shooting is something I simply can't do.

Clint just got home and caught me in a snit. Harch words have been exchanged because mothers are not supposed to be upset at stuff. We should be all happy, clappy, lollipops and roses. And be far more logical than I am over technical difficulties.

He even suggested that maybe God might be trying to tell me something about blogging. That maybe I should stop.
I suggested that maybe Satan doesn't particularly like me blogging and he's setting up obstacles so that I'll get discouraged and quit.

This, of course started a debate on spiritual matters - where neither of us emerged as the winner.

And probably, I should have just come home from bowling and gone straight to bed, not bothering to download the photos I took. Cuz downloading photos always stirs within me a desire to share them.

I will end this now.
And take a couple Tylenol cold tabs along with that Cold FX stuff, reheat my magic bag and try to forget how ticked I am.

I wonder if raging hormones have the power to meddle with wireless signals? Because if they did? That would explain everything.


Three things I'm thankful for:
1. I have a day off tomorrow. For everyone's sake, I better get at least 20 items on my list checked off or I will be a raving lunatic by the time we start our road trip.
2. I met with Max's school counsellor today, and yes, my boy is on track to graduate next Spring. University is out of the question, but assuming he will only fail one class next year, he is going to make it.
3. Crocuses.

Shalom,