Woo Hoo! 100 Posts! Hear that, Mr. Laptop?

Hi All,

A hundred posts here on this blog. Wow. I wonder how many posts I've done overall, since I came to find my online writing voice? Like, a thousand? ha People who've been around for the last 3+ years know that I love to write, all the time, about any topic, and I looove to ramble. :) So Thanks To Everyone who ever read my stuff. Or, curses to the person who got me started on this path. ha

So I'm learning all about computers and how they work, right. It's all fascinating stuff and I love to learn anything in the world, so I'm enjoying it. But then I go home and Mr. Laptop will not work. I re-installed some software that had gotten corrupted and now wireless will not work. Which means, basically no internet for Marty at home. This makes Marty 'slightly' stressed out. Not because I'm dependant on computers (although I admit internet addiction, smiles), but because I CAN'T FIX THE DAMNED THING. I'm very driven if I'm nothing else to absolutely be on top of things. I love electronics; home theater stuff more than computers. But I hate to feel like no matter what I do, I can't fix it. I hate feeling ignorant.

But there are a lot of things we can't fix in life. I can't fix my head or my stomach, both of which will work with flaws until I die. But that's okay! Exercise, both mentally and physically, has proven to be the best 'cure' for those things. Eating better really helps too. Although my lifelong sugar addiction is nearly impossible to break. :) But Bean is proud of me for the 'not one drop of coffee this year, even in ice cream form.' Coffee-drinkers consider me an abberation, I know. ;)

The best thing I've been called in years, though, has to be: 'sick literary freak.' I love that! Our trainer was telling us how, as punishment, he made his kids read a book a week and write book reports. ????? This is sheer PLEASURE, I told him. If God walked in and said I had to read (anything except overly technical stuff) and write reports for the rest of my life, I think I might die on the spot of joy. Punishment would be to make me work math problems all day. I can do them, but my mind is too much in the clouds trying to create things all of the time. So I'd turn that equation into a short story: 'Mr. Fraction walked in and laughed at Mr. Prime Number. But they both agreed to call Mulder and Scully about those Imaginary Numbers. They're trying to prove that they even exist. Jung might have a field day with this.'

So I spent 3 hours on the phone with HP last night only to learn that the problem is now the ROUTER. I called Linksys the night before, as soon as this happened, and we went through some things. So now I have to call them AGAIN and go through more technical jargon. Thankfully, the techs I spoke to were able to guide me step-by-step as to what to click and what to do. But it wears me out, that stuff. Poor Bean tried to talk to me during all of this and it was all I could do not to throw the computer out of the window. So Bean's like, "Okaaaayyyy....letting you be, then." haha I'm exaggerating. It takes a lot to get me frustrated. I have the patience of Job, usually. But Mr. Laptop, he got a different name last night (#*$#&*#*). :)

But we did have a rather amusing thing to happen yesterday. True story. We went to the store to see the PC techs in action. One of our co-workers locked her keys in her car (we drove there, in another part of town), so Trainer calls AAA. But one of our other trainers, who I'll call Ms. Trainer, decides she's MacGyver and she'll get that door open, by God. The window was cracked enough to where she could get her arm in part of the way. She was over there using a stick to try to unlock this car. The rest of us are over under a tree as it's 100 degrees out. But Ms. Trainer, she's in a little black dress, over there looking helpless. No fewer than 10 men stop to help her. Finally 2 guys have a tool and get the door open for her.
We sit in the shade and laugh at this experiment. It goes to prove: attractive, thin, outgoing women in little black dresses will always get help.

Bean and I agreed: Not a soul would stop to help us! ha Note to self: Learn to slut it up for once; you might not be single if you did. ha

I'm kidding. I think relationships are things meant for other people, not for me. I'm too independent and content with myself. Until hormones kick in and I'm all like, "I need a MAN!" I don't like to admit to those sentiments. I don't like to admit that I 'need' anybody. I'm not sure it's healthy for me personally to feel I need people. Cause, you know, there's a dangerous line with OCD. But alas, no man is an island. Is that true? I don't know. I think if you have God in your life, and if you have real peace within, you don't need to depend on others as much. So why do none of us have peace within? Why am I onto THIS rant?

Because my sense of peace was completely upheaved last night, and I did not appreciate it, Mr. Laptop! So do I need you, Mr. Laptop? NO! I don't! Because I have God in my life (aka 'Madonna' haha), and I like myself just as I am (that's from 'Bridget Jones'). And, I have Mr. HA (my TV). He is my one true love. ha

Let's hope sometime in the near future Mr. Wireless will work so that I can stop worrying about this. Cause once that thought is in there, it loves to stay and torment me. And I'm just trying to have a good day here!

More notes to self: Consider meds again. Worry-ometer is off the charts with you lately! You clod!
Note: Try not to call self 'clod.'

hahaha

Things I'd like to do when I cannot figure things out
1) If all else fails, involve wine. And Margs.
2) Get a punching bag and pretend it's the problem
3) Take up the new sport of 'baseball bat smashing'
4) Break hand on the wall I just punched, then shoot up with Vicodin
5) Start taking sedatives, because it's not the end of the world, you clod.

(Please don't take me entirely serious with this post. Hopefully it's apparent when I'm serious and when I'm not.)

Have a great day..