Internet Troubles and Magic Sticks That Complicate Things

This may come as a shock ... I ... am not a computer wiz.

I know, you're stunned.  I am not only, not a computer wiz, I have been the cause of computer malfunctions in the past.  But I can guarantee that this time, it's not my fault.  Our house does not have internet right now and will not have internet until a port opens up in our area.  It is a lot more complicated than that, but right now I'm not feeling patient enough to try and remember every detail enough to explain it.  So, because of not having internet, my dad purchased a stick.  A magic stick.  A magic stick that provides really slow internet access.  It is too slow to stream anything, which, as you may very well know, puts a chink in the whole "online class at 8:00 pm Germany time after all the free internet hotspots have closed".   Because of this predicament I emailed my teacher to see if it was possible for me to switch to an earlier class.  His reply explained that all his classes are full and I would have to change teachers in order to switch classes.  I love my teacher and my class too much to leave them so that option was scrapped.  Then, yesterday some friends of ours from chapel offered to allow me to attend my class at their house on their internet until we get ours.  One problem down!!  Thank you, very-nice-friends-whose-name-I-am-not-going-to-put-on-my-blog-without-permission!  You know who you are :) 
There remains the problem of a slow computer.  If I tried to upload photos to my blog for you all to see I would look like that guy who grew a beard while waiting for his internet to load.  (I am aware that if none of you have seen that commercial, then that sentence sounds really strange and you are now contemplating my mental stability.)  I am living in GERMANY!!  I have tons of lovely pictures sitting on my SD card waiting to be shown to the world and I. Can't. Upload. Them!!!!

One moment while I regain my composure.

Yesterday, after chapel and lunch, my family went to the Java Cafe (one of those free internet hotspots mentioned earlier whose hot chocolate does not taste right).  While Bear played in the 'Kids Zone', my dad and I attempted to get onto the internet and upload pictures.  An hour and a half later we were still endeavoring to access the 'free internet service'.  Eventually, we gave up and my father formed a plan of attack.  Right next door to the Java was the Bowling Alley which also has wifi but you have to pay for it.  My dad dropped me off there for an hour so that I could try again.  I tried without success for about fifteen minutes and then all of a sudden, I was on the internet without paying.  After bringing this to the attention of one of the employees, he told me 'a little secret'.  He said that I was sitting in the corner and that corner picks up the Java's internet connection.  He said that if I had connected to the internet without paying then good for me, just don't spread it around.  I guess I am kinda 'spreading it around' by posting this on my blog, but I have this strange feeling that none of you will be here in Germany at that particular bowling alley anytime soon.  Anyways, I was more than a little exasperated because I did not want the Java's screwy connection, I wanted the connection that I could pay for and know that it would work.  Well, to make a long story longer...I spent my specified amount of time attempting to gain internet access without triumph.  So, I ended up purchasing myself a soda to heal the heartache.  Sodas can do that, you know.  Turned out that the problem was the magic stick.  It had been interfering with our wireless connection.  I will never trust another magic stick again...

~RM

Dilemma of the Day

To do laundry or not to do laundry...That is the question.   I could do it today, but then I wouldn't be able to get it all done.  If I was going to do it today I should have started earlier...but I didn't.  So I could just do it tomorrow, but then I wouldn't have anything to wear to church (I haven't done laundry in a while...my grandma was in town ok?!).  Another option would be to just wash what I'm going to wear tomorrow morning...but it would be nice to be able to see the bottom of my closet for a change.  Life is just full of tough decisions.  I think I'll just look through the back of my closet for something that's church-appropriate....and still fits....

~RM

Spiffy Little Things Called Patterns

I enjoy experimenting, designing, creating, destroying, whatever you want to call it. And so far none of my experiments have been all that...well...let's say I haven't been all that proud of any of them. There was that time when I wrote that one song....and that time I made that one 'nightgown'....and that time I choreographed that one performance with the help of my friend that my parents (and hers) so lovingly endured....and that time I tried to cook a coffee cake....and that time I attempted to write that one story...the list never ends. The embarrassing accomplishments go on and on....and on and on...

Well, over the past few weeks I have discovered (while trying to sew yet another garment for my sister) what heavenly, helpful things patterns are! I mean, who would have thought that skirts aren't supposed to be rectangular?! My grandma obviously knew what she was doing when she sent me all those patterns for Christmas. She must have known that I HAD to figure it out some time. So, patterns are lovely things and have helped me create something that my sister might actually wear out in public (the poor thing has become my guinea pig over the past few years...actually more like all her life).

And she didn't even complain about the green zipper...much. The pattern was really cute but the skirt turned out a little too short, so I added the edge of lace ... lace and stripes, no better combination. Then, after the success of this item I attempted a skirt for myself, without a pattern!!! I know what you're thinking, "Is she completely insane?! After all the other....experiments?!" Yes I am insane, but it actually turned out quite nicely: I guess it helps to learn that skirts are not made out of rectangular pieces of fabric...
~RM

Love, Found and Lost

BEDSPREADS SHOULD BE MADE IN KING, QUEEN, FULL, AND TWIN SIZES!!
Now that I have that out of my system, I feel much better. My sister and I are going to be changing our room theme soon and so I have been looking around for cute, bright, springy bedspreads. After a long and strenuous search through the Walmart website, I found one that fit the description exactly and have realized that love at first sight does happen. Does anyone agree? http://www.walmart.com/ip/Better-Homes-and-Gardens-Citrus-Blossoms-Damask-Comforter-Set/13274487 .... When I was done staring at it and not believing that I had found THE bedspread for our room I realized that I had not found the bedspread for our room. Under the glorious picture where the dire words: Available in full, queen, and king sizes. My heart broke and I'm not sure it is reparable. My mother has assured me that I will find one that I like even more that will fit our beds (and *cough* our budget) but I do not believe her. I will have to content myself with printing its picture and taping it on my pillow. *Sniff*

Heartbroken,
~RML