Argh.

A couple of days ago I signed up for Skype -- very cool.  Mostly, I wanted to do the whole video-chat thing with Marissa's godmomma, and with my BFF and her kids.  I got my webcam and headset, and am all jazzed about it, and offered to set GM (godmomma) up with a webcam and headset too.

So.  She has a Mac.

Yeah.

I've searched high and low, and all I seem to be able to come up with is a million dollar camera that will webcam it up, and wax your floors, too.  I'm not THAT generous.  I just want a little somethin' somethin' that will show us a damn video -- it doesn't have to have night-vision capability, for shit's sake.

So, Skype has this cheap little set on their site, and really?  I wanted to avoid it.  The headset is $17, and the webcam?  $3.  Yeah, that's too cheap, even for me.  But the best part is when I'm re-reading through the "Compatibility Information" where it says:

Compatibility Information:

• Works on Windows® systems
• Compatible with Microsoft® Windows XP
• MAC compatibility
• Skype software (www.skype.com) or as supplied on CD-ROM
• Vista 32 bit
• 200 MB disk space
• PC with sound card and 2 x 3.5mm jack plug sockets
• Not Mac compatible
• Broadband Internet Connection

Um.  Really?  Well, WHICH IS IT?  Granted, it looks like something the kids made with a Dixie cup in arts and crafts class, but WILL IT WORK WITH A MAC?

I sent them a message.  We'll see if they reply.

Any Mac users out there have any suggestions? 

Imma take a nap.

I'm so damn tired lately.  SO. SO. TIRED.

We're getting Phoebe out of the habit of sucking her thumb, and so she just can't seem to fall asleep anymore.  Ever.  I don't think she's going to sleep normally ever, ever again.  You think after babies grow up into toddlers that their sleep schedule evens out, so you don't have to get up at random hours anymore, right?

NOPE.

If she doesn't go to sleep at a decent hour tonight, I'm going to soak her damn thumb in a codeine marinade, so I get a reprieve.

Watch me. 

Suckah.

You want to have a good laugh at my expense?  Of COURSE you do.

We still haven't given away the kittens.  Want to know why?  Because that's like trying to give away snow to Eskimos, or handing out some crazy at an asylum.

We've offered these cats to everyone, and people JUST LAUGH.  There are several fliers at the local grocery store, convenience store, and ads in the local paper for free cats.  I do believe the market for kittens is flooded.  There is literally no one upon whom we can foist them. 

I've even offered to ship them out of state -- how cool would it be to have a cat imported from West Virginia?  I mean, it's so EXOTIC.  It would be even better if I could convince just one or six people of this.

Ugh.

When Charlie sleeps with us in the bed, it's dangerous.  Sometimes she wakes up before us, and gets out of bed and wreaks a little morning havoc.

This morning, for instance, I woke up to find her dressed in every single item she and Phoebe own.  I rolled over in bed and pretended like she wasn't there, trying to get 15 more minutes of sleep.  It would've worked, too, except I came face-to-face with my glasses.  In my bed.  Crumpled up, and clearly not where I put them last night when I went to sleep.

Yeah, she broke them.  I think they're fixable -- I need pliers and some eyeglass screws.  I'm also thinking about getting a supplemental pair, because who knows when Charzilla will strike again.  Damn kids.

Women.

I'm not very good in most social situations. I know this about myself. I'll usually keep quiet, off in the corner, until someone strikes up a conversation with me, or I run out of things to play with in my purse.

The past couple of weeks, I've been helping out with Marissa's Girl Scout troop. They called and asked me to help out because they were doing a sewing activity. Don't ask me how they knew that I sew, but they did. Living in a small town is kind of creepy.

Even with my natural aversion to other humans, I agreed to help out. Partly because the one activity I did attend sucked some ass, and partly because her troop leader is HUGELY pregnant. In my last trimester with, well, all the girls, I barely sat up, let alone tried to teach about 15 girls how to sew a button.

So, I decided to come out of my shell, and talk to people. On purpose. And smile at them occasionally.

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