Good News Bad News

Ah, yes… again we have a quality Na-no-poo-poo blog post. (Why can't I remember the name of that thing? Oh yeah. We talked about that. Nevermind.)

It is Sunday, typically your day of rest. Somebody's day of rest. Not mine.

In the bad news department: Tech support never contacted me and my computer program is still locking me out.

In the good news department: Tech support never contacted me and my computer program is still locking me out.

See how nicely that worked out? If tech support had, in fact, unlocked my program, I'd be writing this from work instead of the cozy confines of my bed.

Further good news bad news~

Bad news: Yesterday afternoon I get a call from Hubs. My son was driving the tractor through the field putting on anhydrous (if you don't understand this farmer-speak, just keep reading as understanding is not necessary) the windshield of the tractor exploded!!

Good news: Son wasn't hurt, just scared shitless. Hubs said when son called him his voice was about four octaves higher than normal. It will be fixed, but probably not until Tuesday. No clue why it happened.

More? You say you want more?

Good news: (Didya see how I switched it up on ya there? Keep up, people.) The new ergonomic keyboard and mouse I bought work beautifully, after some minor adjustment to my brain. The keyboard takes some getting used to but once you do it works famously.

Bad news: I am going back to my old keyboard. Why? Because I can't type a fucking thing right on any other keyboard now. The world doesn't run on ergonomic keyboards. If it did, I'd be set. Unfortunately, even changing out my home desktop computer to an ergonomic keyboard has only managed to screw up Hubs' typing skills (yes, he has mad skillz). Still? Typing on my laptop became a joke. A JOKE. I don't like to be joking when I'm trying to type in a swift and accurate manner. So… anybody want an ergonomic keyboard? I'm keepin' the mouse. I loves the mousie.

So, that's it for today. Looking forward to a day off. Well, off of my "town" job. I still have all that laundry, dishes, bookwork, yada yada yada… you know. Still? The company is much better at this job.

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11 thoughts on “Good News Bad News”

  1. LOL…but if you use the ergo keyboard for just a little while, you will totally get used to it. I swear! Take this from a woman who has a joystick mouse and was so frustrated using it for the first few weeks.


    Sorry to be the ergo fairy 😉

  2. My brain just cannot get around those ergonomic keyboards. Then again my brain can’t seem to get around much these days. I don’t blame you for scrapping it.

  3. I’m not smart enough for an ergonomic keyboard. I just had to look it up, so that proves my point.

    Besides, it just doesn’t look…natural, somehow! 🙂

    Enjoy your day..just try to ignore all the stuff that you think needs to be done, if you can.

    But I know you can’t! 😉

  4. I am so glad your son is okay! That would have scared me shitless too! Enjoy your day-don’t do a damn thing, girl. i know you’ll be tempted, but let it go. or at least some of it. curl up with a good book and get all kindsa cozy!! 🙂

  5. We won’t even discuss tech support here! (Ongoing issues are mine and do not reflect the management of this here blog.)

    That whole exploding windshield thing sounds like a stray hunter to me. Scary, but that’s what happens when something hard hits shatter-proof glass at 2000 feet per second. Been there. Wasn’t fun.

  6. I get the urge to switch back to the old keyboard. I got a wireless mouse a while ago and my WORLD CHANGED COMPLETELY. I actually took to putting the mouse all around my computer to ‘test it out’. But it was very weird for awhile and I almost switched back. Also- I’m glad your son is okay. That was scary even to read, I can’t imagine how he would have felt!

  7. When driving to MN on Saturday the anhydrous was being applied on every farm we passed, it seemed. Ugh.

    I am enthralled by the thought of the windshield exploding… How crazy.

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