The computers are driving me crazier

I'm working on our annual Christmas present to Mema - a calendar for the next year with each month a collage of photos from the past year. It is a challenge to get all the dates right, the birthday's all moved over in each month, but a fun challenge. Today I was working right along with no problems. I clicked to the next photo page and all of a sudden it didn't want to transfer photos anymore. Server error. Server error??? What the ??????? I called Commander, who wasn't at his seat, so his boss answered the phone. He asked, I told, he said explain and he'd try to help me. They work with Powerpoint every day. It is what keeps them ticking in that office. Unfortunately their computers keep working and never give them the messages mine was coming up with. I took his suggestions and a little more. Came back to the computer after frosting Commanders day late birthday cake and tried again. Dumb computer - it was working like nothing had ever been wrong. Okay. Three more pages done, I'm going good. The stupid thing shut itself off, twice. I have one of those portable fans that you set the laptop on to keep it cool. I even prop it up on cassette tape boxes to give it more air circulation underneath it. Twice the darn thing shut off, and I don't know if any of the pages were saved. AGGGGGHHH.
Yes, I'm venting.

Well, it should be cool enough for me to go try it again.
I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

boys will be boys - can I borrow a girl

Sunday evening the boys were basically on their own while I was at work and jetlag had overwhelmed Commander. They are fine, nothing out of the ordinary happens unless Borg gets a hair up his (well, let's say he doesn't ask for permission). He proceeded to try and bake some gluten-free chicken wings we had bought from Angel Food Ministries. He didn't read the directions, so at 15 minutes when they are supposed to be flipped over, they looked a bit red and bloody inside - as meat does when it is thawing out - so he decided that was gross, quit baking them, and that's where I found them when I got home from work six hours later. He gets to pay for those.

Monday morning, when I wake him up for school, I find that his haircut no longer resembles the trim I gave him last week. Last week he complained that I was cutting it to short. I only trimmed the ends. He proceeded to butcher the front. Like the gap of front teeth missing --there's a big chunk missing from the forehead.

Boys.

This goes along with the 3/4 year old class I teach on Wednesday nights at church. One little four year old got into dad's shaving bag and used an electric razor on one part of his head, and then used the scissors on the front of his 3 year old sister. She and Borg would look like twins right now.

Thanks for your prayers. I think the neighborhood will be calm for quite a while. We will try to meet every couple of months to talk before the boys get on each others nerves and frustration levels get out of hand.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all,

I appreciate your visiting my site, even those lurkers who I don't know about. Thanks for stopping by.

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Have a great Thanksgiving Week.

Turkey Trot did a trot and other things...

Today was the annual Turkey Trot at Ft. Leavenworth. They had to change the course do to construction. It was a good run out then loop back around. We had to deal with the hill south of the golf course going both ways.

I know of eight that ran, who were connected to our Homeschool running club in one fashion or another, to include a couple of dads and moms. Our top female runner (age 14) out ran all the women with a time in the 21 minute range. Rocketboy came in at 26:13, Commander at 27: ? and I kept going to make a 28:39. One of our runners had her mom, dad, and younger sister join her for the race, I can't remember her time. Sorry L.H.

We had a great day. Except for our winner - she runs fast all the time. The rest of us ran better time than we have in the past. I actually placed third in my age division - 'death warmed over', and Commander was fourth in his - same type of catagory.
Rocketboy later won a door prize drawing - a 21 lb. turkey. YEEHAW!!! I don't know if anyone else won anything. I was already in the van heading across the plains to another appointment.

Arby, the girls gave us a 'Thank You' gift - Keep after me to get yours to you.

The other appointment for the day was Angel Food Ministries. I can't wait to try the Gluten-free chicken nuggets and steak fingers. The boys haven't had this kind of food since before they were diagnosed. The last chicken-fried steak and potato meal I can remember was in the late 80's. Marie Calander's (sp?) with French Apple pie. (I'm drooling).

Yesterday was a doozie for driving - and I hate to drive. We left at 9:45 a.m. and didn't stop with 'places to be' until 9:00 p.m. We had runner's club, 15 minutes home for change of clothes and makeup, then to the MCI airport to pick up the Commander. Then an unexpected stop to Commander's office, caused the need to drop off Herogian at Skeet early, because there wouldn't be time to get home and back before class started. Across town to drop Commander and his luggage at home with the younger boys, picked up the shot gun and hauled back to post for Herogian's class. Then home via a fast food stop for Herogain to have dinner, home for 15 minutes to stuff Mom some bananas and cheese into a ziplock, and the archery gear into the van. We made it to Archery class with 10 minutes for warm up.
When we got home last night I think I had inherited 'Arby's flat toosh syndrome' from being in the driver's seat for so long.
We did have one really close call by the new Walmart. They will eventually have to put another stop light at the entrance to that place. The white truck pulled out. The car on our right decided to turn into Walmarts - immediately , and we swerved around the front end of the white pickup. I didn't check to see if Herogian's hand prints were still in the dashboard or not.

We have the Commander home for a few weeks and for the holidays. Life is good. Basketball starts on the second of December and Archery doesn't start until January. Gosh, it's going to get boring around here. Slap me, just slap me, please.

Learning the hard way

I don't know about your place, but around here the lessons have to be learned the hard way. There just doesn't seem to be anyway around it.

1. When the rotary cutter needs a little push to get through the thick towels - don't push on the blade.

2. When you want to jump and touch the wall, don't do it underneath the wooden Intarsia art - it puts a good bump on the head when you knock it off its hook.

3. Read the directions when you want to make pudding and surprise Mom for dinner. Some puddings have to be 'heated until full boil while stirring constantly'.

4. Check the DVD box for the CD before you drive to the library to return the movie that's due that day.

5. When the little red light is on, the stove top or oven is still HOT .

6. Mom gets really frustrated when you shove all her pins in the pin cushion into a tight cluster and shove them all the way in.

7. Keep the business end of the mouse trap away from fingers when setting the spring.

8. If the food just came out of the microwave - there is a chance that it is hot - especially in the middle.

9. Don't think that losing your history check-up page will get you out of the work. Mom's computer printer also makes copies. :-0

and finally...
10. Don't make prank calls with your sleepover buddy when so many people have caller id. They can call you back. This one really irritated Mom, too.

Picklesnort Lion

Here is Mr. Courageous Lion, or cowardly,

whichever you prefer. The model is a twelve-year-old

to give you an idea of how long the towels can last - from birth to teens.

eat bubbles and bark

The title of my blog page is Eat, Fart and Bark. I know that middle word is offensive to some people who read my page. Those that don't like it mark my site as "Twisted's" blog. I'm at least glad they don't let a four letter word keep them from stopping by.

Tonight at archery, I was reading a book I bought for the boys - it's right in line with this blog page. "SWEETFARTS" by Raymond Bean. You can find it on Amazon. In the book the little sister is not allowed to say FAWT- she has to call them bubbles. The story is hillarious and great for showing the collection of data in a scientific method for a science fair project.
Eat bubbles and bark - should I change the name of my blog? I think not.

On another note. I could use your prayers for control over my mouth. I will have to confront a neighbor (again) about their child that has been disrespectful to our property (trees, flowers, rain gauge, solar lights, siding, storm door) with a bat, unlatching a door and entering, throwing rocks at the chickens, along with other things. They asked me to give him a second chance a few years ago when he wanted to hit our dog with another bat. He's had enough chances.
I'll wait until the Commander is home so he can go with me, and we will have the boys point out the damage they have seen him create so it is not just coming from me. We've been around this bush before with two of their other children.
I hate confrontations. I hate confrontations. If we could just move, I would.