December 30th, 2006 by Atomictumor
So, Sweet Wlady Friday took off shortly after that post, and I was alone listening to my rokkin record collection and loading games on MastaG’s computer.
I now totally have computer envy.
Thats not a good thing, by any stretch. I think theres a computer gap, and if your 10 year old owns faster processing abilities and a much nicer monitor then you do, then you have a problem.
Yep.
I thought about beating up G and taking it, but he knows where I live. He’d probably have Pigpen backing him up, and that boy’s kinda beefy. No, its best to wait until I have a little discretionary cash, and lay it down.
Boy, wouldn’t it be something to get like, a big insurance payment, or something? I bet I could brush off a little discretionary cash from something like that…
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Damama’s birthday is tomorrow, and like every year, everybody will get drunk to celebrate. I’m looking forward to having a nice reflective new years eve at home.
Despite what would seem to be common wisdom, it feels really good to be alone, in the house.
December 30th, 2006 at 7:05 pm
Computer envy — it is a man thing.
December 30th, 2006 at 8:01 pm
A man thing? Not even!
December 30th, 2006 at 8:38 pm
I guess netmom has a dream of quad core intels with dual nvidia 8800’s in SLI.
December 30th, 2006 at 9:07 pm
Lucky!! (to be alone)
I actually had to take both kids to the hairstylist. It doesn’t get more opposite than alone from that.
Sigh…
December 30th, 2006 at 9:26 pm
Well, I gots the kids, but they’ll probably be in bed.
December 30th, 2006 at 9:27 pm
Oh, wait, yesterday. Right. Dur.
December 30th, 2006 at 10:01 pm
Happy Birthday Damama!
December 30th, 2006 at 11:30 pm
What? Alone? When?
December 31st, 2006 at 12:38 am
Not sure if your men try to stay up til midnight, but my little darlins (after having spent the past few New Years’ with their Dad) are convinced that this is simply what you have to DO on New Years, when ELSE would you go outside and bang pots & pans, yelling like banshees?? I’m devising a plan whereby I do a little trick called ‘turn-the-clocks-ahead-3-hours’. Let’s hope daddy’s tradition didn’t include old Dicky-boy’s count-down on the telly. Well, a Happy Birthday to damama, and I’m wishing everything so, so good for you in this coming year AT. (that’s so, so good, not so-so good, which would be kinda bad). Okay I’m tired, Night.