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say hello to my little friend
It's got a 15.4" screen.
It's got a webcam, 1.3mp something something.
It has Windows Vista (what-tfe-that means).
It is shiny, beetle black and it has *gobs* of space.
It's -
*peers down*
an HP Pavilion Entertainment PC and it's all mine.
*hugs it, kisses it*
*does baddirtywrong things to it*
Ahem.
We tried to save my first laptop. My brother fought valiantly, but when he began to reformat the hard drive, it started making gurgling noises. He called it on 5/17/07, at 11 p.m., Pacific Time. It was a good laptop and it gave me much joyjoy, and damn, I am going to be crying for a long time over the bits of this and that I collected over the years, not to mention the fic, icons and vids. But. I have a shiny new toy, and an untried, unbroken-in keyboard. And a Word doc. Life is good. :D
Meanwhile, in my world today -
Today I came home for lunch to the phone ringing. It was my daughter's daycare, telling me that she had fell on the playground and hit her forehead on the gravel. (Okay. This? My first phone call involving blood.) The woman on the other end is downplaying it, just letting me know for prosterity's sake. Blah, blah, blah.
I tell her I'll be right there.
'Manth is sitting in the office, looking very tiny in a large, black office chair. There's blood on her shirt and blood on her shorts, a scrape next to her nose and banged up knees. Christ on a cracker. The piece da resistance, though, is the soaked-through bandaid on her forehead.
Underneath is a ragged hole in the shape of a rock.
Down goes my stomach, up comes my gorde.
I mean, it had depth and breadth and everything.
I took her to the ped's office, who graciously took us in on incredibly short notice after listening to my breathless explanation involving the words gash, blood, and head.
I may have overdramatized a bit. But. The point is, we got in.
She didn't need stitches, thank God, because someone would have had to scrape me off the floor in that case. I do not handle anything piercing flesh very well. Pregnancy, in that regard, was a tenth-month nightmare of needles. The C-section was like having the Texas Chainsaw Massacre going on inches below the sheet held up to protect my eyes. ::shudders:: Anyhoo, 'Manth was calmer than I was, and held herself still like a champ while the doctor cleaned her head up, put superglue on her wound and bandaged it the heck up. I can't wash her hair for about three days, which is gonna be hard because the girl's got thick porn-star hair going down her back, but all in all, we came through this first time experience relatively unscathed.
In other news, I will slowly catch up to all the emails and posts and owed beta-ing. I've already noticed that LJ has been busy while I was (mostly) offline. Whoo-eee. It's good to be back. Again.
*skips*
It's got a webcam, 1.3mp something something.
It has Windows Vista (what-tfe-that means).
It is shiny, beetle black and it has *gobs* of space.
It's -
*peers down*
an HP Pavilion Entertainment PC and it's all mine.
*hugs it, kisses it*
*does baddirtywrong things to it*
Ahem.
We tried to save my first laptop. My brother fought valiantly, but when he began to reformat the hard drive, it started making gurgling noises. He called it on 5/17/07, at 11 p.m., Pacific Time. It was a good laptop and it gave me much joyjoy, and damn, I am going to be crying for a long time over the bits of this and that I collected over the years, not to mention the fic, icons and vids. But. I have a shiny new toy, and an untried, unbroken-in keyboard. And a Word doc. Life is good. :D
Meanwhile, in my world today -
Today I came home for lunch to the phone ringing. It was my daughter's daycare, telling me that she had fell on the playground and hit her forehead on the gravel. (Okay. This? My first phone call involving blood.) The woman on the other end is downplaying it, just letting me know for prosterity's sake. Blah, blah, blah.
I tell her I'll be right there.
'Manth is sitting in the office, looking very tiny in a large, black office chair. There's blood on her shirt and blood on her shorts, a scrape next to her nose and banged up knees. Christ on a cracker. The piece da resistance, though, is the soaked-through bandaid on her forehead.
Underneath is a ragged hole in the shape of a rock.
Down goes my stomach, up comes my gorde.
I mean, it had depth and breadth and everything.
I took her to the ped's office, who graciously took us in on incredibly short notice after listening to my breathless explanation involving the words gash, blood, and head.
I may have overdramatized a bit. But. The point is, we got in.
She didn't need stitches, thank God, because someone would have had to scrape me off the floor in that case. I do not handle anything piercing flesh very well. Pregnancy, in that regard, was a tenth-month nightmare of needles. The C-section was like having the Texas Chainsaw Massacre going on inches below the sheet held up to protect my eyes. ::shudders:: Anyhoo, 'Manth was calmer than I was, and held herself still like a champ while the doctor cleaned her head up, put superglue on her wound and bandaged it the heck up. I can't wash her hair for about three days, which is gonna be hard because the girl's got thick porn-star hair going down her back, but all in all, we came through this first time experience relatively unscathed.
In other news, I will slowly catch up to all the emails and posts and owed beta-ing. I've already noticed that LJ has been busy while I was (mostly) offline. Whoo-eee. It's good to be back. Again.
*skips*
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You are so brave! (My poor mother had to have my cousin take me for my shots when I was wee because she couldn't bear to see me pricked with needles.) One head wound down... let's hope there's just minor scrapes and scratches ahead!♥
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Let's hope.
I did as well as you'd assume during her shots. I actually caused the nurse to go wide-eyed (in wonder? in fear?) with my reaction to her first set. But, you know. Hormones. *shrugs*
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As far as the lappy goes, woohoo! As long as it works and you're online is all I care about. *kisses your brother*
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*studiously not kissing my brother*
As far as my daughter goes, yeah, I'm gonna give her a lot to remember. And recount to her therapist, I'm sure.
So GLAD to be back! *throws confetti*
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Good luck with the new computer - it's always exciting to get a new one, isn't it?
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I can't wait to find out all the things it can do for me, but heck - as long as there's a wireless connection and a Word Document, I'm good to go:P
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Hope your wee girly heals up quick. (((HUGS))) I took Griffin for his shots the other day - three needles - and he cried and held his breath and went purple and then very, very white. I was a wreck. I gather this does not get easier to deal with as they age. I can only pray he has not inherited his father's predilection for emergency-room visits (broken skull, fractured collarbone, broken nose, broken fingers - all of them on separate occasions - dislocated shoulder, exploding butt-boil etc etc ad nauseum).
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You know, I don't know the implications of all that, but I'm damned excited for him.:D
Some things get easier as they got older - communication takes a giant leap forward when they begin to talk. But yeah, some things remain the same - anxiety levels when they're teetering on the edge of something or another. Crying when they're hurt...so much. It's a lot easier on the other end, that's for sure. Being a parent is like being on a roller coaster - moments of abject terror punctuated by near delirious joy. It's a freakin' ride, man.
exploding butt-boil
Ok. I have to ask. Wha-?
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*g* It pretty much means you could launch the Space Shuttle with it. It'll run absolutely anything. *dribble*
I can't wait until Griffin is talking. He's been grizzling all day and I just wish he could tell me what the problem is!
The exploding butt-boil was as a result of a pilonidal sinus - an ingrowing hair that got infected. His butt exploded one morning and we had to go to the emergency room to have it washed out, packed and dressed. Then he had an operation a few months later to remove the sinus itself. Guess who had to keep the area clear of hair for 6 months? I went places no woman should ever have to go with a safety razor...
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And here I was feeling so virtuous because I rub lotion into my husband's feet a few times a week. (He's got incredibly dried and cracked skin on the bottoms of his feet).
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God, do you win.
*hands you the crown*
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Thank you! *dons sparkly tiara and waves to crowd*
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Also, new computers are awesome, enjoy!