...wish it was Sunday. Cause that's my Funday.
Okay, now that I've got that song firmly implanted in your head... if you are old enough to remember it, that is. No? Okay, 1986, by The Bangles. Originally written by Prince, for Apollonia 6. (I just totally lost you there, didn't I? Sorry about that. I'm a total child of the 80's) You can listen here.
Anyrandomness, that is how my brain is currently working. Useless random thoughts and ideas, with an inability to focus on anything productive. Let's blame PMS.
So I'll hit you with some random happenings:
** 5:30am Sunday morning, what sounded like a hurricane was hitting my bedroom window. Wind gusts that had me convinced the windows might actually give. Rain that sounded like someone was playing a joke and a hose was turned on the window. And then it stopped. Just like that. But I was awake, so after an hour I got up. Looking out the window, I spied the bright moon, big as life. WTH? Really, I didn't dream it.
**My husband's laptop got a virus Thursday. He's been fighting it ever since. Literally for hours and hours and hours every day and every night since. It was a Microsoft looking screen that came up claiming a virus had been detected. Unfortunately, it appears to have been the SOURCE of the virus. He's run scans, programs, etc to remove it, but somewhere there remains a bug, and everytime he connects to the internet, the "bug" goes out and grabs it again. This, being my very un-technical explanation. All I do understand is that it involves a lot of swearing.
**On Friday night, my Skype screen popped up on my laptop. And guess what? It tried to tell me that it had detected a virus in my Windows software. I might be gullible, but seeing as how I use a Mac, and am not running Windows, I knew I was being had. That and the fact that Skype does not/will not scan your computer for a virus. Luckily for me, I shut it down. What the heck is going on around here?
**I CLEANED OUT MY GUEST ROOM. This is major for me. Somehow, my family has gotten the idea that if you need to get rid of something, put it in the guest room. Which means: guest room=dumping ground. And I am guilty too. In the last few months, all three of us have gone through closets, I've gone through storage closets, drawers, cupboards. All in my quest not to fill my house with "stuff". After all, stuff is not what makes us happy, and in my case, often stresses me out. Getting rid of it is like new life! It's so awesome and makes me go - ahhhhhhhh. Thanks to my husband who hauled it all off to the donation center.
**Oh and this. This was just an awesome post over at Redhead Ranting. I needed a good slap. Thanks Erin, for linking it up.
Still singing that song in your head? Bwahahaha
Just so you know: The on and off storms continued all day Sunday and even this morning - I really did not dream it! And my husband ended up wiping his hard drive clean and reinstalling his operating system. Yikes! Don't ever believe a pop up window!