Tonight I'm typing this up on my little netbook computer that my brother put a Mac operating system on. He actually did this almost 2 years ago... but last spring (I'm talking April of 2011 here) we upgraded our wireless router to Apple's Airport Extreme. The little "hackintosh" would not connect to the new router. And what good is a computer these days that can't connect to wifi!? So... Little Hackie sat untouched at the top of the bookshelf for over a year :( (He also had his charger die and it took me a long time to order a replacement... mostly because well... what was the point!?) ANYWAY... so I was getting sick of my iPad (whoa... that was weird to say.... I've always said that my ipad is like my 5th child) and I decided to see if maybe Google would have an answer for me. Low and behold, deep into a hackintosh creating forum I discovered a post where someone had had the same problem that I did. Turns out that Little Hackie doesn't like the n channel (or whatever the heck the technical name is) of the Airport Extreme and all I had to do was turn that off and go down to g (again... I have no idea what the actual name for this is). YAY!!!!! I sure did miss the feel of a warm laptop on my legs and the joy of actually pressing keyboard buttons.
I do still want a new MacBook Pro very very badly but hopefully Little Hackie will tide me over until then!
Friday, October 12, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Rant...
So... here I am... round... 4 or 5 of starting a new blog. In the past I've had a knitting blog (twice), a house project finishing blog, a running blog, and random blog... and I used to have an online journal at both bolt.com and kiwibox.com (do those sites even still exist?). In case you can't tell by those three lines of text... I have a habit of starting things that I just ... well... never quite get around to finishing! I won't even begin to list all of the unfinished projects in my house... It would be embarrassingly long, I'm sure.
Why am I starting yet another blog? Because I feel isolated, that's why. My past blogs I would write simply for other people to read. I got a joy out of seeing how many views a post got, or comments... stuff like that. This one, I'm writing for me... to get things off of my chest. I don't really have anyone to confide in. I'm sure that I probably do... but I'm SO SO SO SO SO shy and nervous around people that I worry that if I call someone up to vent about my day, they're going to think I'm whiney, and annoying... and that they've got their own problems to deal with. When out in public I KNOW I come across as stuck up and bitchy, simply because I am quiet... and just observe... yep... totally the life of the party, I know. So guess how often I'm invited anywhere? I don't even have any work buddies because I work in a small office, where it's just me, my mom, and her business partner. I've got 4 kids so you know I'm not out at the bars on the weekend... and I'm not chummy with any of the parents of my kids' friends because I had my eldest 2 really young and there's a bit of an age gap there... or something... I don't know how to describe it. I just don't really feel like I "fit in" with any of them.
Another reason I feel isolated? Karl (the hubs) and I work opposite shifts. I work 8:30-4:30 (with a 25 minute commute one way) and he works 4pm-midnight. So most of the time, I feel like a single mother. Anytime there is anything going on on a weeknight... I can't do it. I mean... I can... but I'd have to tote along 2 pre-teens and 2 toddlers... Doesn't sound like anyone's idea of fun! I typically don't go to the girls' sporting events during the week because I would just be spending the whole time chasing after the two wee ones that I wouldn't be watching the game anyway, and I'd be so stressed out what the other parents were thinking about me and my wild babies.
A lot of the time when I try to talk to Karl or vent about things, he just fires back and says that all I do is complain. So... I try my damnedest to not do that and then I end up just bottling it all up and isolating myself even further.
I am feeling overwhelmed with my kids, my house, Karl, ... everything. I'm feeling out of control and disorganized. I feel like everyone that is close to me does nothing but "take" things from me. I get nothing back in return except attitude and resentment. ("I'm SO sorry that I interrupted your 7 hour YouTube video watching streak to make you do 3 minutes worth of chores. Here's the number for child protective services... turn me in for violating the child labor laws." UGH!) I realize that in some way, I helped create these little monsters, and I need to "reap what I sow" but COME ON!!!!!
Anyway... before I dig myself too deep a hole in the pile of self-pity... I had better get some stuff done. I leave you with a picture of Squishy, my youngest, enjoying her swing last weekend. My Squishy makes me smile, she names her Barbies momma, and despite being a diva since the day she was born, always makes me giggle!
Why am I starting yet another blog? Because I feel isolated, that's why. My past blogs I would write simply for other people to read. I got a joy out of seeing how many views a post got, or comments... stuff like that. This one, I'm writing for me... to get things off of my chest. I don't really have anyone to confide in. I'm sure that I probably do... but I'm SO SO SO SO SO shy and nervous around people that I worry that if I call someone up to vent about my day, they're going to think I'm whiney, and annoying... and that they've got their own problems to deal with. When out in public I KNOW I come across as stuck up and bitchy, simply because I am quiet... and just observe... yep... totally the life of the party, I know. So guess how often I'm invited anywhere? I don't even have any work buddies because I work in a small office, where it's just me, my mom, and her business partner. I've got 4 kids so you know I'm not out at the bars on the weekend... and I'm not chummy with any of the parents of my kids' friends because I had my eldest 2 really young and there's a bit of an age gap there... or something... I don't know how to describe it. I just don't really feel like I "fit in" with any of them.
Another reason I feel isolated? Karl (the hubs) and I work opposite shifts. I work 8:30-4:30 (with a 25 minute commute one way) and he works 4pm-midnight. So most of the time, I feel like a single mother. Anytime there is anything going on on a weeknight... I can't do it. I mean... I can... but I'd have to tote along 2 pre-teens and 2 toddlers... Doesn't sound like anyone's idea of fun! I typically don't go to the girls' sporting events during the week because I would just be spending the whole time chasing after the two wee ones that I wouldn't be watching the game anyway, and I'd be so stressed out what the other parents were thinking about me and my wild babies.
A lot of the time when I try to talk to Karl or vent about things, he just fires back and says that all I do is complain. So... I try my damnedest to not do that and then I end up just bottling it all up and isolating myself even further.
I am feeling overwhelmed with my kids, my house, Karl, ... everything. I'm feeling out of control and disorganized. I feel like everyone that is close to me does nothing but "take" things from me. I get nothing back in return except attitude and resentment. ("I'm SO sorry that I interrupted your 7 hour YouTube video watching streak to make you do 3 minutes worth of chores. Here's the number for child protective services... turn me in for violating the child labor laws." UGH!) I realize that in some way, I helped create these little monsters, and I need to "reap what I sow" but COME ON!!!!!
Anyway... before I dig myself too deep a hole in the pile of self-pity... I had better get some stuff done. I leave you with a picture of Squishy, my youngest, enjoying her swing last weekend. My Squishy makes me smile, she names her Barbies momma, and despite being a diva since the day she was born, always makes me giggle!
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