It's in the shop

My work computer is in the shop, that is. This is the second time this week. I've been swearing in my head plenty today.

_______ stupid _____ _______

The blanks are curse words, and Marie doesn't like me to use the word "stupid." Oh well, it is stupid.

____ing stupid _ss _hit

I can go to 2 other computers. There's my old computer, which crashes anytime I open Excel or Word. It doesn't crash right away; rather, it crashes about 5 minutes after you open it and every 5 minutes thereafter, so you have to save every minute or so, or you lose what you've been working on in the last 5 minutes.

Then there's the other computer (which I'm on now). It doesn't have the software I need. So why am I here? Well, it's freaking hot where I sit, and this little area is nice and cool. Spending my lunch blogging is free therapy, right?

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I have done something stupid. I committed to C that I would do the walking half marathon on November 29th. C wants to do the full marathon. Are you freaking kidding me? She says it wouldn't be much. Oh yeah, I walk 26.2 miles every day (sarcasm dripping). The half marathon will be enough. I will take it as success if I even complete it.

Why did I do this? Well, I think it will help with BL09. I'll have to train for it, so I'll have to be more purposeful about walking. Training will force me to exercise. And I have wanted to do it before. I seriously considered in in 2007, but I was pregnant, and I wasn't sure my husband would have wanted me to do that.

Changing topics, do you know how much S loves his little girl? A ton! He absolutely adores her, and she adores him. I call myself Second Fiddle. He is her world, and if he's in the vicinity, she must be near her daddy. When he leaves her sight, there is always a fit/temper tantrum.

She likes me. She even loves me. I know that. She does want her mom to cuddle her and pick her up and play with her. I don't really mind being Second Fiddle, especially since First Fiddle is legitimately the best daddy in the world.

I do wonder how First Fiddle will react the first time Miss J brings home a James Dean lookalike on a motorcycle. You never know, I may one day be First Fiddle when that happens!