My D Key

It fell off my laptop. I’m not entirely sure what happened, but if I had to guess I would guess that one of my asshole dogs stepped on it.

So of course I googled how to put the key back on, and fortunately I was able to put it back on.

Unfortunately I’ve had to put it back on like 10 times now because the little cage thing that holds it on is broken. I’m not even sure where one buys something like that. I’m a little sad about it too because I just bought a new battery for this laptop because my battery totally kicked the bucket and I decided to replace the battery instead of buying a whole new computer, but I’m not entirely sure what to do with the whole keyboard thing because I honestly can’t think of any place I’d trust enough to leave my laptop off with them in order to have it repaired.

Where on earth does one get a new keyboard key?!

It’s Never Too Early to Start the Brainwashing

I’m totally in love with all of the little boy Star Wars bedding at Pottery Barn Kids but Nate woudln’t let me buy it because “what if he doesn’t like that Star Wars?” and I was all “as if!” and then I considered that Nate managed to grow up without loving Star Wars and I got a little worried.

That’s right, folks. I hate to admit it, but I married a man who does not love Star Wars. One who does not even like Star Wars. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t’ think he hates it or anything (because then we may have to throw down), but it sometimes boggles my mind that I’m married to a non-Star-Wars-fan.

So I was thinking maybe if I start watching Star Wars now, on infinite loop, the baby will be born loving it. Maybe? I mean if he hears those same sounds over and over while he’s on the inside, surely when he hears them again from the outside it will be a comforting familiarity. Right? Right??

Since I have no current plans for even attempting to convert Nate (he’s just not into sci-fi. Period. I know, I know! I don’t get it either, but I have to respect it) I figure I should start on our son as soon as possible to make sure he does not grow up in a world where is it OK to accidentally on purpose confuse Star Trek and Star Wars because it’s funny. Because it’s SO not funny!

(OK, so maybe sometimes it’s a little funny, but only a little, and only sometimes!)

Horrid Teenage Years Picture Day (Late-ish Edition)

So last Friday Helen declared “International Internet Reveal Your Horrid Teenage Years Picture Day” and I was super psyched and all set to publicly older pictures of myself.

And then I went and looked and found that I really don’t have that many old pictures of myself, they’re actually mostly at my parents’ house and so I considered going over there to dig for the really good stuff, but I didn’t make it and I sort of figured this was one of those things where I would end up just putting it off so many times that it might never happen and I would really hate to deprive the internet of the opportunity to see this stuff.

So here we go:

I think this was 8th grade? Maybe? Note the awesome flower sweater (what was I, 80?!) and there are definitely the awesome braces involved. I don’t even want to talk about my bangs.

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And just for fun, I think this must have been 8th grade too. I suppose it could have been 7th but close enough, right? I just wanted to further demonstrate my awesome ability to pick clothes. Here I am rocking the cat sweatshirt.

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And of course in highschool I only got cooler. I was in the marching band. And the Latin Club. I know, I know. Hard to believe someone with so much awesome in highschool went on to do something like computer programming for a living. So here I am with my clarinet and my fabulously fashionable band uniform. I would say I’m sorry I couldn’t find one where I was wearing the hat that goes with it, but that’s not true. I found one and I just chose not to post it. Sorry, Internet.

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And also I was almost completely incapable of wearing clothes that actually fit. I still have some of those shirts I wore in highschool except they’ve been re-purposed as sleep shirts instead of wear in public shirts. So this last picture is my in a London train station and it really sums up what was my look in high school. Somehow I wore actual sneakers instead of my signature black high top all star converse, but those things are definitely not meant for walking.

Black Trench Coat – Check
Men’s size large shirt – Check
Blonde hair with massive roots – Check
Ugly clips holding back mid-stage-growing-out-bangs – Check
Entirely too many rings on each hand – Check, Check

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Seriously, note the Eeyore ring on my pinky.

Some day I would love to do a post with all the fun hair colors I’ve had throughout the years but somehow I can’t find pictures of some of the best ones. At least not pictures that really show how incredibly purple my hair once was, for example.

And also, looking back through these old pictures seriously cracked me up because holy cow did we used to play the hell out of some Twister in high school. I can’t even tell you how many pictures of that I have. It’s a lot.

Oh, and Helen also said something about delurking day, so if you’re lurking please say hi!

Please?

My Roomba

How I love Thee. Let me count the ways!

1. The fact I don’t have to vacuum any more.
2. The part where you unintentionally chase the dogs around the room.
3. The part where I’m not the one vacuuming.
4. The adorable start/stop sounds you make.
5. The incredibly thorough job that you do.
6. The amazing amount of pet hair I empty out of the canister.
7. Did I mention not having to vacuum any more?
8. Did I mention how complately adorable you are?

And is it wrong that when it runs I just want to watch it run. It’s just that entertaining.

We got it off WOOT! and it’s awesome.