You know how people say that only boring people get bored. Well, turns out? I. Am. Boring. Because hello? I'm bored out of my mind. Seriously. Somebody needs to give me something to do. Something that's not work and not laundry, because those things? Are totally boring too.
The Little People? They are not boring. They are witty and clever. They are puckish little imps. At least when I haven’t seen them in 192 hours. Otherwise, when not separated by 800 miles, this is pronounced: annoying wiseass troublemakers.
So with the Little People gone, I'm just bored. Apathetic. Disenchanted. Lukewarm. I'm just all meh.
And bored doesn't work well with me. Because when I get bored? I get grandiose ideas of my own competence. I suddenly think I can do things for which I have no training or aptitude. On Monday night I decided that I could probably pull the hard drive out of my old laptop lover and recover the files from it. In order to do this, I just needed to get a screwdriver, which I didn't have, clear a surface on which to work, which I didn't use, and discharge any latent static electricity akwen bwel;y7r wie h1awerhxky, which I didn't do. Then I just needed to pop the hard drive out of the old computer, swap it with the hard drive in the new computer, transfer the old files onto an external hard drive and then put the new hard drive back. Without losing any screws. Screws which are the approximate size of a carbon atom. But slippery.
So then I did all of that, and I killed my new computer a little bit.
It wouldn't boot. Or anything. Even with its own hard drive back in, it wouldn't do anything. And then? After reseating the battery and hard drive and power supply, and praying and maybe crying a little bit, it turned back on. And then? I actually considered trying it again.
And so tonight? I'm going to highlight my own hair and wax my eyebrows (and…ahem…some other parts). Because really? How hard can that be, right?
24 comments:
OMG I would never touch the inner parts of my computer. I am so not competent for that.
You are a brave lady. Hope those kids come home soon to distract you.
No, you just come here. Soon. And don't forget my bag.
ouch. the kids are not coming home soon. they are having an awesome time here. And I want to keep them forever.:-0
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Taking apart and putting a computer back together? Doable. Waxing your own "other parts"? Be careful, or you will end up going commando in a billowy skirt for a few days. You have guts.
Highlighting your own hair? Dicey.
Waxing the cooter...downright dangerously dicey.
I wish you the best of luck in your endeavor to overcome the boredom.
Godspeed.
Step away from the Brazilian wax apparatus.
I say this as a friend.
oh god. I'd never touch the inner parts of my computer or my vagina, with wax anyway.
Be kind to your gine-y region. No wax, please.
Can't wait to read that post: Woman Wounded While Waxing Woosted
Last time I waxed my own eyebrows? I looked like I had been in a horrible accident. Of course by "waxed" I do mean I used expired Nair on my eyebrows. But pretty much same difference. So good luck with that.
Too bad the little people aren't home. You could practice highlighting and waxing on them first, so as not to fuck up your beauty. Oh, or too bad you don't have a dog. You could wax your dog.
See, now you have something to do! Go get a dog! How excited would your kids be to come home to a dog? You're welcome.
Can't you get grandiose ideas like....go visit your BFF in Guam...who is also so bored she can't stand herself. I hate missing fowl children also. They really should not go away....except when we need to learn that we miss them when they are away or they are being super annoying.
Don't wax....anything special you might want in the future. Those kits LIE! and HURT!
I am sitting here cross legged and feeling the pain.
Please be kind to yourself - pay someone else to do that if you must...
ooohhh noooooo!!
I got a funny e-mail the other day that has your name written all over it. must find and send.
and really. as a friend.
step away from the wax.
Uh, I go with the step away from the wax advice. Never wax or highlight because you are 1. drunk, 2. bored or 3. 'going to show him what he's missing' regardless of who him is.
I'm laughing and crying again.
Really hard.
I hope I don't pee myself again.
I highlight my own hair all of the time because I have never found anyone who will do it the way I want. As for waxing, I've tried that myself. Once. Never again. Trust me on that one.
I hope your eyebrows turn out fabulous.
NO DOGS
I too, get grandiose ideas of my own competence but usually only when I am drinking, not when I am bored.
Did I ever tell you about the time I tore out the fiberglass shower surround and busted through the wall with a sledgehammer because I wanted a glass block shower. Yeah. Disaster.
Although it may not be as bad as you waxing your nether regions. Can't wait for the results post on that one.
I'm impressed that you even THOUGHT you could do whatever it is you thought you were doing to your hard drive. Yeesh. I'm so afraid of the inside of my computer that I get really turned on when David opens it up and starts yanking things out (ooh, and that sounds dirty, too :))
OMG I am way behind on reading but have miss you so much. And my not-so-little people have been gone to a foreign country where I can't even talk to them and have to rely on the occasional email and I am going nuts without them. And when they return I get them for 92 hours and then they are with their Dad for 3 weeks. Because somehow that is fair?
I want to know what you used for a screwdriver. Because your kitchen measuring devices? They are fun...
KEEP BELIEVING
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