A sticky love affair

I'm in love. Hopelessly, helplessly, head over heels. I'm addicted. I can't help myself. I'm obsessed. I can't stay away from the object of my obsession. We go everywhere together. We're never separated. If my husband knew about my affair, I'd be in big trouble. He'd kill me. So I'm a goner. I'm in love with my new Alpha Smart. It's soooo great, well, most of the time. I did lose a file yesterday. I must've hit the on and send button when I was carrying it. That's a few hours work lost. Oy! But that was my fault. I can't blame the Alpha Smart. I'll have to get a carry case. I took it to my daughter's softball tournament yesterday, knowing we'd be there several hours, knowing my laptop doesn't hold a charge for but a couple minutes (so I couldn't work on my edit anyway sans a real computer), hating to waste so much time. I was carrying several things and had my hands full and it never occurred to me that I'd accidentally turn it on AND delete a file. At least I'd uploaded all but one file to my computer or I'd be in a bigger bind. But I recovered. I was able to write a few thousand words. Everybody, the girls and the parents, were fascinated by my toy. If I had a distributorship, I'd be rich. I could sell so many. Everybody loved it and wants one. It's also light and didn't kill my shoulder like my lap top. By the way, my daughter's team won second place in the tournament. I don't really consider they lost the last game. Get this. In the championship game, they had only played 2 innings, had 28+ minutes left on the clock, and it was starting to get dark but not all the way dark yet, and the umpire called the game and awarded it to the other team. I couldn't believe it. From before the game started, the umpire kept walking over to the guy sitting next to us who he called his cousin, and couldn't stop talking about how hungry he was and how anxious he was to get out of there to eat pizza. I thought he was joking at first about wanting to get out of there fast. He obviously wasn't joking. I was so mad. I've never wanted to kill an ump before - well, my hubby who's an ump, but not in conjunction with his umpiring duties...

Cats on Tuesday and this and that

Oy! I don't have any new cat pictures for Cats on Tuesday and I'm almost out of battery juice. But I don't want to leave ya hanging. I'll be the special guest on the TEB (total-e-bound.com) blog Wednesday March 5th where I'll write about me, yes me, "Coming Out Of The Closet". You'll have to visit to see exactly what I mean. I think you'll find it interesting. My daughter bought a dance video game tonight to help us all exercise. I tried it and the stupid thing kept booing me. Can you believe it??? It's like the computer's alive. I think AI is almost here - watchout for the terminators. I mean this thing is EVIL!!! I was making my daughters giggle by giving it the finger and the double fingers every time it booed me. I sort of meant it. I had the donor from hell today. In fact we had a lot of extremely bitchy donors today so I think it must be a full moon. Or tax time. Either will make people go over the edge. Sorry I can't visit other blogs tonight as usual but I'm about out of power and it's late late late and we're going to the US Olympic Softball game tomorrow night (so I'll be gone all day and all night). But I will post on the TEB blog for sure for Wednesday and try to check in here late late, too.