Petunia rambles on and on….

Our first flowers this spring.  The wee ones planted them one warm day last fall, when they were “antsy” and there wasn’t much to do.  Out we went with a butter knife, that they used to wiggle out holes in the ground.  They dropped bulbs in and stamped on the ground afterward.  I wonder how many went in upside-down?

And another –

One more –

The fellows think they are very pretty.  Nick wanted to pick one for his Mommy.  There was a really lovely one just opening, but the dog shit on it.

So goes my life.

will drive me insane.

I manage a database done in MS Access.  I programmed the whole damn thing, and then initially spent weeks keying in all the data that is used daily at work.  I maintain it, add to it, correct it, change it, and occasionally swear at it.

That was today.   The vast majority of the programming was done several years ago, when we first began this project.  And there’s something to the saying about if you don’t use it you lose it.

Today, the mucky-mucks came down the hall with a new task for us to do, a new situation where records/logs will need to be kept.  Fine, no problem sayeth me, thinking of another part of the database where I have an almost identical function – one that everyone is familiar with using.   No problem, I’ll just make a table of the names and stuff over here, and make another table to be filled in when the occasion arises.  No problem.   “I’ll have it done tomorrow” says the idiot optimist in me.

I fought with that bastard all day, and I can’t get it to work the way I want it to, the way the other one clearly works just fine, thanks.  As there are 612 different stupid settings, I opened up both of them, side by side (that works very well on a widescreen monitor – thanks, boss!) and I’ll be a monkey’s grandmother if I can see what’s different between the two of them or get it to work. 

Some folks can blow stuff like this off.  It will drive me over the edge until I can figure out what I need to do to get it to function as I know it can.   After doing 2 hours of OT, I walked out of there, clueless.  First thing in the morning, I may delete much of what I did today, have another cup of coffee, and start it again.  By noon, if it ain’t working right, I’ll just go lay down on the runway.

When I read my e-mail, there are often a bunch of “forwards” in there.   I have one friend in particular who sends many.  We have a mutual friend who saw my name on the list of “e-mailees” and has apparently added me to his list of addresses to forward everything to, too.  Result is that I get a lot of crap I don’t want, and often get it twice.

But I did find this gem, and thought to pass it on to daughter.  She is the mother of twin boys, now almost 3.  You know that age.  They scrap and argue and hug and play and fight and cry.

Q: Why do little boys whine?

A: They are practicing to be men.