Sorry to take so long to get back, but when you are trapped in an apartment with two boys for four days straight, spending time on the computer is not exactly high on the “things I can do without being interrupted at least 20 times a minute” list.
So, anyway, since I am here, obviously, I installed my hard drive and everything appears to be working splendidly. Go me! Now, if I can just figure out where to get some thermal adhesive tape so i can install the processor that my friend sent me a while ago (I THINK I have determined that said processor won’t fry my motherboard….but don’t quote me yet.) then I might actually be able to leave my computer’s innards alone for a while. Until I get enough money for an internal DVD/R. πŸ˜‰
Thanksgiving was OK. Just me and the boys. They helped me cook. How cute are they? And whoa, I went from having NO turkey to having THREE turkeys within the space of three days. What the heck? People are so wonderful. πŸ™‚ So now I have two big frozen turkeys hanging out in my freezer. Can you say turkey for Christmas, and umm…..something else I will have to make up so I can cook it and get it out of there? At least the freezer is big enough!
I realized after I made my last post that it might have seemed like I was bitching about all the stuff we have been through in the past years. Quite the contrary, actually. This Thanksgiving I actually had MORE to be thankful for than ever before. Mostly I am just grateful that my kids and I are together, that we have made it this far, we are healthy, at least physically (lol), and that we are at least part-way along our journey to be ok. I can’t think of anything that would be better to be thankful for.
The only glitch in the holiday was D’s grandmother, who was supposed to come to our house for Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, less than a week before she was supposed to come, she decided that she couldn’t deal with the fact that she would not be able to smoke in the house, and instead must walk 10 steps to the communal porch that is on our floor. It was too restictive for her. Now, don’t get me wrong, I totally respect and adore this woman, and if that is her reasoning, then so be it. But what really upset me is when I told her that it hurt the kids’ feelings and that if she felt that way she should have made the decision before this and not so close to the holiday, and I didn’t think it was right. That’s all I said, no angry diatribe, because really, I was more sad that angry. So why does she become angry with ME? And suddenly start yelling “I made my decision, and you’ll just have to live with it.” Allllrighty then. Then she will have to live with us not coming to HER house and having to breathe in her smoke and come home with sore throats and smelly clothes.
And no, she didn’t call us to wish us Happy Thanksgiving, either.
This is why I have such a hard time telling people how I feel. When I do, they treat me like I have no right to feel the way I do. Arghhhh!
Now, I still have to fix my templates and add another skin that is ALMOST ready to go, and fix my gallery. I had a gallery script up that I love, but I just don’t have the money to shell out for the full version, so I am going back to Gallery, but just have to remember how I had it integrated into my site. And then upload the almost 80 pictures that curently make up my gallery. Whee! Give me a few on that one. πŸ™‚

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michael · November 29, 2004 at 1:44 am

Glad you’re back. Love the new look, again.
You know, I was just talking with a good friend about the need to bitch. It clears the pipes if the complaints can be held in the proper light. No trying to cheer up. No fixing. Just sitting with the bitching. Powerful.

Brooks · November 29, 2004 at 1:51 am

Smokers inhale smoke into their lungs. We can’t expect them to be rational people, can we? Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving a comment. Comments are always nice from strangers. πŸ™‚

Sue · November 29, 2004 at 10:00 am

One of my brother’s smoke and he won’t come to my house because I insist he go to the porch (covered) to smoke rather than smoking in the house. He doesn’t understand my position (or refuses to), and I won’t budge on the smoking in the house. Glad to see you back!

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