one of those days

It's been one of those days.  You know what I mean.  I know you do.  Shall I expound on my day?  Okay.

Let's back up a moment.  It's really a carry over from yesterday when the air conditioning was out (it's 90+ degrees here on the Northshore in South Louisiana even thought the calendar says it's October).  It was hot.  I am not a fan of heat.  Like at all.   Our a/c man is fantastic and the house started to cool around bedtime (not my bedtime, the children's bedtime), so I was in a much better mood last night. 

I went to bed around one.   Couldn't shake the static in my brain, of course.  Woke up at 5 with a migraine, took some Judy Garland trailmix and tried to go back to bed 'til 6:15, otherwise known as "time to make the doughnuts" as I say every morning when I turn off the iPhone alarm and wake the kids to get ready for the bus.  No, I've never made doughnuts.  

After I got the kids off, my migraine and I went back to bed.  If you've never had a migraine, let me illustrate the feeling: my senses were so heightened that I could smell colors and that made sense.  At 9:45 I woke up and made coffee, took a shower, put on another pair of pjs, and sat down to the Macbook Pro for the ENTIRE day.  I've been working on a friend's website for about a week and this morning I decided to publish it to the web so I could work out glitches and upload mp3s and all. 

Unfortunately, the interwebs hates me. 

I deleted the old site, uploaded the new one, but it wasn't there.  The error message on the site said something to the effect of "error blah blah blah, this page does not exist on here, fool.  Contact the webmaster."  This made me laugh until I choked on my coffee and yelled "this shit is bananas," which became the phrase of the day.  The webmaster is an idiot.  I'd fire her if it were my site. 

So, I called my good friend, Frugal Beth to tell her the story because I knew she'd laugh and she asks her professional webdesigner hubs what to do and we got it worked out.  Something about publishing to some file blah blah blah awesome.  Site was up, buggy, but up.  More issues arose, the kids came home crazy, and my friend tells me he bought the new Photoshop Elements 8.  Now, I bought PSE 6  a few months ago.  This kind of thing makes me crazy.  I hopped on apple.com and sho nuff, 8 is out.  This shit is bananas. 

After putting myself in timeout for a few minutes after telling the kids to stop asking for cookies for the brazillionth time, I returned to the kitchen to see they had eaten the entire bag of Chips Ahoy.  I put myself in timeout again to avoid the screaming boiling up from within, then sent the kids upstairs, sat down to the computer again and continued day-o-web frustration.

And then I pondered dinner for at least ten seconds before putting a frozen pizza in the oven (because that's all I could muster up tonight).  After calling the hubs' aunt and cousins to ask them to babysit next weekend, I realized I never took the pizza out.   I burned the pizza.  Nothing like extra crispy blackened pepperoni. 

This was not my day.

After burning the pizza, I chatted with my friend while making at least a dozen blog banners for his blog, then finally got the right size.  It was bananas.  The first one was 20 times too big, then too small — it was like when I try on clothes.  Typepad said it was supposed to be so many pixels, wrong.  Whatev, they're smokin' crack.  I again recited my phrase of the day.  

It was about that time that I remembered I forgot to eat dinner, made myself some cereal, and watched Private Practice while trying to upload the mp3s.  Two will not work.  They must have gotten the memo that the interwebs hates me.  It was at this moment that I went to You Tube for some Gwen Stefani.  I'm not a fan of the Gwen, but this mix of "Hollaback Girl" with Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust" is the bomb, yo.  After — no lie — playing this video 7 times, it's been a much better evening.  And come on, this shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s.  Sing along with me.