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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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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