This will be quick and random since it's late and I'm still brain dead from this weekend.
Poptart asked for more hoola-hooping photos and I'm always happy to oblige, so here is one of my friend K.
I'm still working out the kinks with my computer. I know now that it's the stupid Windows update that has brought me all that grief. The big problem now, is that I had to turn off my automatic update, or it keeps reinstalling it when I turn off my computer and then I have to continually take my computer back in time to Sunday or Monday before it was installed and it just goes on and on. I did figure out how not to automatically update on my computer, but does that mean I can never install an update if I want internet access, and if so, don't I need the other updates that don't prevent me from getting to the web? Ugh. I just don't know.
Okay, I'm tired of all this computer talk. It's making my head hurt. Instead, let's make fun of me for a minute. First of all, look at how dorky I am when I'm hoola hooping. Secondly, I'll tell you all a little story from Sunday. Wanna hear it? No? Too bad. Here it goes:
Stinky and I were at the store in the frozen food aisle. As I was looking at something in one of the freezers, Stinky walked by and swatted me on the butt with whatever grocery item she had in her hand right then (she's really funny like that). She must have kept walking, because when I looked behind me to see what the hell she was doing, there was only a very professorial looking older gentleman standing there. He had a big smile on his face and said, "Just so you know, that wasn't me." And then we both had a good laugh. Oh, the dorkiness never ends in my world and I always appreciate it.
This kid here was at the festival teasing all the other kids with his dollar on a string trick. That is, until one of the other kids got really annoyed and put his squirt gun up to his head and told the kid to hand the money over. It was so very wrong and funny and not the least bit groovy all at the same time.
Okay, that's all I got. Come back tomorrow when I'm going to try not to be so sleep deprived. Who knows? Maybe I'll be able to hold a thought or finish a sentence. Anything's possible, you know.