There’s a story there…somewhere

Happy Halloween

Normally I love Halloween. It’s one of my favourite events of the year. But this year, Halloween is turning out rotten. First, I had to return home after I’d just gotten to town because a certain someone who shall remain nameless (he knows who he is) forgot his keys and I had to let him in the house. There went my original plan to walk the track and feel self-righteous about exercising two times this week (couldn’t do it later because there’s only a certain timeframe the rec centre says you can do it).

So I returned to town to go to the coffee shop to use their wireless connection. Couldn’t get my laptop to connect no matter what I did. Got a signal just fine but couldn’t get either one of my browsers to go to any websites whatsoever. Grumpily, I decided to try the library since I’d pretty much finished my coffee and bagel by the time I gave up.

Went to the library and got the password but NO. No can connect there either. They had just switched to a newer and bigger, better network so apparently my dinosaur of a laptop is no longer able to use it. Couldn’t even get the wireless signal to come up. Seriously, I was in there Tuesday using it and it worked just fine!!! Drat, drat, drat.

Signed in to use the last available desktop at same library. It wouldn’t recognize my flash drive. No can update this blog then with lovely above pumpkin photo. Tried to do something else. Said I had to install software to download an mp3 file I’d previously purchased, and if you’ve ever tried to install something onto a library computer you know that’s really, really not allowed. Tried to update some of my online stuff and was told the browser wasn’t current enough to display things properly. ##$@!#@# Gave up. Did the groceries and came home. I probably forgot something I really needed.

So here I am at a different library using their last available desktop computer but at least it recognizes my flash drive. (Forget uploading photos from home because I’m apparently only eligible for dial up–the desperate search for better continues).

I haven’t put up any Halloween decorations yet. We haven’t carved our pumpkins yet (yes, there they are above from a couple weeks ago and so they pretty much remain). Am I being plagued by gremlins? ghosts? Feels like it.

Halloween so far stinks! Maybe I should dress up in my witch costume so I can at least look the way I feel. One good thing: the weather is cooperating and we may not have to wear our arctic gear under our costumes tonight.

I know, nothing is really all that bad so I should just quit whining. I will. Soon…maybe I just need some chocolate.

Happy Halloween all!

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Hazard of the Profession

So I’m sitting in the stands in an arena, because I am in arenas a lot between my kids’ figure skating or hockey, and I’m reading a book. But since I write for kids I’m reading a book for kids: Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Roderick Rules by Jeff Kinney. After my daughter got it out of the library and gobbled it up, then my son grabbed it and declared it a winner, so it was my turn at last.

Okay, so anyway I’m reading it and chuckling away when another skater’s mother walked by behind me. She checked out my book, and I’m sure it wasn’t just my imagination that “my” book’s graphic presentation, the large typeface, the cartoons, caused a raised eyebrow. She proceeded to sit down in the next seat section and pull out a Norah Roberts paperback.

Guess I’m not up to that standard of reading yet.

Har!

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Out of it?

Okay, what happened to July? I’m seriously feeling out of it.

But apparently I shouldn’t feel out of it at all. It’s come to my attention that supposedly I’m living where it’s at.

Here’s reason #1 I’m where it’s at:

The 2010 G8 Summit is coming to a resort near you…er me. Gack!

Here’s reason #2:

Camp Rock was filmed near me. Cool!

And you can probably judge my mental age by my reactions to those tidbits of info.

(Keep in mind that when I say near, that actually means within an hour’s drive. Round here that distance is like right in my backyard!!!)

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