You should’ve seen us, me and the baby. We piled out of bed around 10:30 and glided into the kitchen. Nicolaus, still wearing his soft white jammies, slid magically into his highchair. I gave him two little piles of shredded cheese and started working on a gourmet breakfast. This involved first washing the cookie sheet, then tugging at the wrapper of a can of biscuits to pop it open. Pop!

Life is so great.

While the biscuits were in the oven, I put on the Paul Simon CD that Kristina sent me for my birthday. Oh happy, peaceful music. When the cheese was gone, I pulled out a grapefruit and sliced it into itty bitty baby-safe bites. I danced to the music, doing little pirouettes in my socks on the vinyl kitchen floor. He grinned every time I spun around.

I checked on the biscuits – they were not quite done. A little more dancing and the grapefruit was gone. He bobbed his head and pointed to the CD player. When the biscuits were ready I pulled them apart and we shared the hot, flaky layers. He loves when food is all warm.
That’s what we did – eat, dance, sing, laugh until all the food was gone.

Today is one of those rare days when Kevin and Nicolaus leave the house for hours and hours and I am left with a whole entire day to do whatever I want. Days like this offer a nice little break, but shine a revealing light on my abysmal time management skills. It turns out that when the day isn’t punctuated by diaper changes and funny things happening and people suggesting trips to Braum’s or the library, I sit on my ass and do nothing. ALL day long.

Oh but I have things I want to do! My plan for the day is/was to:
1. Get some work done. The company I’m working for does heart surgery-related stuff and February is National Heart Awareness month (get it?), so I’m coming up with various ways for them to promote like, heart health awareness. Specifically the awareness that surgery can help your heart be healthy if you don’t feel like dieting or exercising. My stuff’s not due til Monday but it’d be nice to have most of it done tonight so I don’t have to think about it all weekend.
2. Find some of my artwork and scan it. That’s proving difficult. Moving, you see, takes everything you own and throws it into boxes. Fucking opaque boxes.
3. Take all of the pictures off of the camera, put them onto the computer, shrink them down to some reasonable size, upload some to the web. Possibly replace LJ icon while I’m at it.
4. Work on my friend <a href=”http://www.prettytreats.com”>Deanna’s</a> web site. (Nifty new redesign coming soon. We’re bartering. Great for taxes, not great for the low sugar diet.)
5. Clean the house
6. Wash my hair
7. Eat periodically throughout the day

*sigh* So now it’s 6pm. The light in here is all orange; either the sun is going down or the town square is on fire. Kevin and Nicolaus have been gone about four hours, during which time I have managed to:
1. Take a nice long bath
2. Work on Deanna’s web site.
3. Chat a little with some friends online
4. Get about 25% of the heart stuff done.
5. Get frustrated because the computer was acting all crashy
6. Take a shower and wash my hair
7. Play with Mouse for 15 minutes

They’ll be home in another hour or two. I still need to scan artwork, download pictures, clean up, do the rest of my work. Probably in reverse order.

A few months ago, some guy started giving out his email address incorrectly. gbomerso at electricboogaloo dot net.

Now, I *own* electricboogaloo.net and have a catch-all email account set up such that whatever@ comes to me. It’s nifty, try it! Dylanhasabigfatass at electricboogaloo.net etc.

So I started getting all these messages to gbomerso, who I am not. He joined a message board for people recovering from lyme disease or some such and gave out this address again.

Eventually he figured it out and the weird emails stopped.

Well thanks to the fun new spam virus that’s going around, I’m getting email for him once again. Spam directed at someone else, offering someone else the once in a lifetime chance to have their penis enlarged. This somehow manages to be even more annoying than the spam offering *me* the once in a lifetime chance to do the same.

Interestingly, today I even got spam *from* gbomerso, which is of course impossible since that would mean I had set up a special email account and sent myself spam from it. All this and I’m not even infected with a virus – this is all the result of other people being infected. Ahhhh fun fun fun…

Clicking on an attachment from an unknown source should be punishable in some meaningful way. Can one of you computer nerds program something that produces a small electric shock in the mouse? I think this would do more good than spending millions trying to round up the hackers themselves.

Yesterday I turned 30. So now I am 30. It doesn’t feel any different. Maybe that comes later.

I’ve been awake since seven for no reason, definitely not the behavior of a twenty-something lazeabout. Right now I’m in a hot bath working like crazy on a web site that offers training for surgeons.

Nicolaus just woke up and is miraculously playing and talking happily in his crib rather than crying. That’s good. Kevin needs to sleep a little longer – he’s still in his twenties.

Someone died. Someone I knew in high school; had a crush on even. He had a wife and a baby – or rather, they had him. And now they don’t.