"falagalagalag..."
You know how old I am? I used to listen to records when I was little. My parents had awesome music, and my dad had a Bill Cosby comedy record called "Wonderfulness" - loved it. That's what the above quote is from, off a routine called "Tonsils": "Ice cream! We're gonna have ice cream! And we're gonna eat it every night... when I get my first bowl of ice cream, I'm not gonna eat it. I'm gonna smear it... all over my body... and I'm gonna put a green cherry in my navel... and I'm gonna be the most BEAUTIFUL CHOCOLATE SUNDAE you ever saw in your life!"
*Applause*
JeanKnee and I were commiserating the other day about not having anything to blog about. You know it's really true when I'm recycling old Bill Cosby bits I memorized when I was eight.
Yesterday for Spring Break, we did absolutely nothing all day. I told myself, when it's two hours till Bri comes home, we'll get busy and clean up the house. I always clean in the morning when I have energy, and by 5:00 the place is trashed again, so I'll just take his advice and try it the other way. So I laid in bed and ate chocolate chip cookies and laughed and watched TV with Brennan and Bella. I let the little boys play with the future juvenile deliquents outside. I let Roz watch nonstop Nick Jr. and Nickelodeon. And at 4:00...
The Great Computer Hassle of 2008 occurred.
Every time I went online, my desktop died. All the shortcut icons, the task bar, and the "start" button just whoosh! disappeared into thin air, never to be found again unless I restarted the computer.
Fifteen or so restarts later, I was on the phone, spending quality time with a 25-year-old Indian computer expert named Ahmet, whose wife (a former high school teacher) is four months pregnant with their first child. Ahmet and I really bonded, due to his habit of asking cute questions like "Do you have any Indian friends?" to help pass the time. (The answer was "No, but I love Parminder Nagra on ER. And I have friends who love Bollywood movies.") Ahmet likes the Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears, and the last movie he saw was <em>10,000 B.C.</em> (and the one before that was <em>Rambo 4 </em>- at which confession, I had a hard time not snickering uncontrollably). And some singer named Glenn something...
During this monstrously long phone call, my five children were banished to my bedroom so I could hear Ahmet's little accented voice telling me to click this and click that and say five "Hail Marys" and go kill a chicken and spread its blood on my keyboard... which made it somewhat sticky... but I'm happy to say that for the moment, my computer is once again working. The five children endured their bondage by engaging in naughty behaviors such as sneaking out my window and flipping the still-un-put-away Easter baskets and their contents around my floor. The little sweethearts.
This morning, Bri took the big kids snowboarding on Mt. Hood, and I'm here with the three little complainers ("That's hardly ANY Rice Krispies! How come you never give me a LOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!") and my experiment in waiting till the end of the day to do housework, in my opinion, has failed miserably... so I guess I'll go get busy...
Especially since I have nothing to blog about today...