Over the past month I managed to get "hijacked" on my desktop computer. I knew that I needed to get updated anti-virus software, since my Norton had expired more than a few years ago; however, it still ran and did checks and seemed to be OK. Somehow though, I managed to get viruses left and right, pop ups here and there and then frequent notices that my computer was under attack. If I actually played Mafia Wars on Facebook than maybe I would have understood the attack!
So one evening when my computer wouldn't do anything else because of the warnings, I did the unthinkable. I fell trap to purchase one of the anti-virus software. Which as you know, ended up to be spam. Somehow in the mix of things, I lost my control panel, my printer and who knows whatelse, although I still had my speed and could navigate my computer to certain things. An acquaintance recommended a free anti-virus software and that didn't help either. So, I resorted to my parents computer "guru" and next door neighbor.
He worked on my computer for hours through www.showmypc.com and couldn't figure it out. He couldn't add malwarebytes because of all the viruses. Long story short, when my son couldn't get to his homework and our trip to my office made me realize the office key was at home, I had had it. We packed up and went to mom's. We purchased a router before hand so SB could hook that up for us as well. We arrived at my mom's about midnight on Saturday.
I told SB that he could keep the desktop for a couple weeks, as long as we had my son's laptop back. He ended up having it all done by late that evening. And as a SURPRISE, I got a laptop as well - from SB and my parents for my birthday!
We got home shortly before midnight that Sunday and I hooked up the router and my desktop. Apparently SB saved all of my pictures and files but pretty much wiped the computer clean - so I had a brand new computer - of sorts. Needless to say, the desktop is slower than slow. I can't even use it, it is that painfully slow. SB got back on the computer through www.showmypc.com and couldn't figure out why. He blamed me for "frying it" by adding yahoo messenger - although he didn't tell this to me, he told my mom! Which I say is BS.
So now it's been two weeks and I still can't use my desktop. My printer isn't hooked up either. Last night I attempted to reload AT&T High Speed Internet and it says that it isn't hooked up to the modem. Well no, it's hooked up to the router. So my dilemma is whether or not the desktop would still connect to the internet if hooked up incorrectly or not. Because, both of our laptops work great! Anyone have any advice?
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Mistaken Matt's
I have to acknowledge that I did a first. I have to say that it was bad, but not that bad. But by my standards, it was BAD.
I met a Matt about a month or two ago from the dating site. Nice guy. We met for lunch, which I am so not a fan of. For one, I have issues with eating and wearing my food and having food accumulate in my teeth...so I find meal dates awkward, to say the least. But he was a nice guy, a realtor and we occasionally im or chat on the phone, but nothing else. We talked about seeing each other for a second date but never did.
Along comes Matt #2. He has a great smile and is a driver. He and I had emailed but then just stopped. We picked up emails a month or so later and talked about meeting. He was going out of town and suggested meeting like...9 days later. Which honestly, on a dating site is like an eternity! We didn't actually meet. He's one I would like to meet, but he seems rather elusive and jaded in more than a few ways.
Matt #1 texted me on Friday night that he was bored. I was out with a good friend and texted back sorry to hear that.
Matt #2 and I instant messaged on Saturday. We discussed possibly meeting and I said that I would be in his area that night, Halloween hanging out with my girlfriend. I messaged whether or not he truly wanted to meet me or if it was just a matter of passing. He said he wanted to meet, but he doesn't seem interested in actually making plans. He told me to text him when we figured out our plans for later.
I headed up to JN's and we debated what we were going to do and she guilted me into getting some form of costume. So off to Meijer we went and I picked up the only costume left - "Wild Chic" which was a "tattooed" shirt and a plether vest, hat and fingerless gloves. Whatever. But before we left, I texted Matt (from my text list of who texted me the night before) and said I was in the area and asked where he was. I called him rather than doing the multiple texting and even asked who I was talking to - thinking he passed the phone to a friend. He didn't sound like the Matt I recognized, from our one or two discussions previously. I usually don't forget a voice or what someone tells me. Long story short, we agreed to meet up at a local bar.
JN and I were at the bar and ordering drinks when Matt showed up. I looked at him and thought, he looks a lot like Matt #1! I talked to him very briefly and instantly realized HE WAS MATT #1! When he went to the bar to order a drink, I told JN of my mistake and this was the realtor. She then subsequently said Oh so you work at XX, which was where Matt #2 works! Oops...needless to say, I don't think Matt #1 realized anything had happened. He thanked me for calling him to come on out. He hungout with us the rest of the night and we all had a good time!
I was definitely bummed at missing the opportunity to meet Matt #2, but maybe things happen for a reason. Karma as you will.
I messaged Matt #2 on Sunday and apologized for not being able to connect with him. He tried to give me grief about it, but the reality of the situation was, he didn't text or contact me either! Weekends work best for him to meet (and why yesterday wasn't an option - no idea - since I didn't bring it up) and November is hunting season so I typically have my son three out of four weekends, so told Matt #2 that with our schedules it's not likely we will meet. Too bad too, I would have liked to know how he was in person. At least get him out of my mind - afterall we are all single for a reason, right?
I met a Matt about a month or two ago from the dating site. Nice guy. We met for lunch, which I am so not a fan of. For one, I have issues with eating and wearing my food and having food accumulate in my teeth...so I find meal dates awkward, to say the least. But he was a nice guy, a realtor and we occasionally im or chat on the phone, but nothing else. We talked about seeing each other for a second date but never did.
Along comes Matt #2. He has a great smile and is a driver. He and I had emailed but then just stopped. We picked up emails a month or so later and talked about meeting. He was going out of town and suggested meeting like...9 days later. Which honestly, on a dating site is like an eternity! We didn't actually meet. He's one I would like to meet, but he seems rather elusive and jaded in more than a few ways.
Matt #1 texted me on Friday night that he was bored. I was out with a good friend and texted back sorry to hear that.
Matt #2 and I instant messaged on Saturday. We discussed possibly meeting and I said that I would be in his area that night, Halloween hanging out with my girlfriend. I messaged whether or not he truly wanted to meet me or if it was just a matter of passing. He said he wanted to meet, but he doesn't seem interested in actually making plans. He told me to text him when we figured out our plans for later.
I headed up to JN's and we debated what we were going to do and she guilted me into getting some form of costume. So off to Meijer we went and I picked up the only costume left - "Wild Chic" which was a "tattooed" shirt and a plether vest, hat and fingerless gloves. Whatever. But before we left, I texted Matt (from my text list of who texted me the night before) and said I was in the area and asked where he was. I called him rather than doing the multiple texting and even asked who I was talking to - thinking he passed the phone to a friend. He didn't sound like the Matt I recognized, from our one or two discussions previously. I usually don't forget a voice or what someone tells me. Long story short, we agreed to meet up at a local bar.
JN and I were at the bar and ordering drinks when Matt showed up. I looked at him and thought, he looks a lot like Matt #1! I talked to him very briefly and instantly realized HE WAS MATT #1! When he went to the bar to order a drink, I told JN of my mistake and this was the realtor. She then subsequently said Oh so you work at XX, which was where Matt #2 works! Oops...needless to say, I don't think Matt #1 realized anything had happened. He thanked me for calling him to come on out. He hungout with us the rest of the night and we all had a good time!
I was definitely bummed at missing the opportunity to meet Matt #2, but maybe things happen for a reason. Karma as you will.
I messaged Matt #2 on Sunday and apologized for not being able to connect with him. He tried to give me grief about it, but the reality of the situation was, he didn't text or contact me either! Weekends work best for him to meet (and why yesterday wasn't an option - no idea - since I didn't bring it up) and November is hunting season so I typically have my son three out of four weekends, so told Matt #2 that with our schedules it's not likely we will meet. Too bad too, I would have liked to know how he was in person. At least get him out of my mind - afterall we are all single for a reason, right?
Dating Don'ts
In just less than three months, I've managed to meet more than a dozen people. Considering that's about five per month, that doesn't seem like too many; however, that's probably close to more people than I've dated in my entire life! When I put it into context of how many people have emailed me during that time, approximately 200, the number is rather small.
There is a wide range of things that are instant turnoffs for me. From appearance, poor grammar, crudeness, crassness, unemployment, distance, etc. which lead me to never even want to meet someone.
Most what it boils down to is that there wasn't a connection or physical attraction. Some that after a phone call I refuse to meet because of what they sound like or what they say or how many times they call after. I have a huge issue with not wanting to meet guys that aren't involved with their children and make excuses for why. I also don't care for the negativity or guys that call women "bitches or hoes". And then there are the guys who have planned out our lives together before we ever meet and the latest, the one that texted me 12 times and called 6 when I told him I was busy - and that was in less than an hour!
I'm not sure that I can say that I have lowered my standards. But at this point, I'm just interested in meeting someone that I would like to see again. I actually for the first time in a long time, even since before JC had a connection with someone. I was questioning the distance, the kids, the schedules, etc. when he told me on date three that he had the "straw that would break the camel's back" and make the determination that I wouldn't date this guy. He has an STD. I felt deceived. Truly I can be extremely empathetic and wondered how difficult dating for him must be, but honestly, had I known upfront or on the first time we met, I wouldn't have seen him again. And, he knew that. But I allowed myself to share in our many hour phone calls and begin to develop an emotional connection. And so it was hard when we decided it wasn't going to work. I couldn't get intimate with someone and always wonder if or worse yet, when I would contract the STD. Afterall, this was someone I had only met a week before. He tried to hypothetically speak, like "What if we were in a relationship and I got cancer?" Which my response was, "You don't have cancer. And, I couldn't get cancer from you, AND we aren't in a relationship." So back to the drawing boards although I do have to commend him for being honest before we ever became intimate.
So here are some of my personal experiences:
Fabio - His longer than his picture hair less than shoulder length - shows up 20 minutes late and his hair is longer than his shoulders! DONE
Personal Trainer - Stuck on himself and more than high maintenance. Took 30 minutes to get ready for a bike ride after he picked me up! And feels that "silence" is awesome, who needs to always communicate? That's great for a first/second meet/date. DONE
Satan Fingers - Into fishing and communicating via email but in person is difficult. Then sends me a "Virtual Satan Fingers" message and tries to rationalize it. DONE
Battery Man - Drinks to point of intoxication and invites me over to watch football where he attempts to mount me. Then he wonders if he ruined his chances for a second date. DONE
Motorcycle Man - Arrives with ripped jeans and converse shoes - takes off his helmet to unkempt hair, bi-focal glasses and a mouth full of teeth that had never been brushed and had taken too many hits from a baseball bat. DONE
Drink Man - Emails out of the blue and wants to meet. Meet have a drink and neither one of us ever talk to each other again. Personality of an old shoe. DONE
Older Man - Emails fabulous correspondence of promised trips, breakfast in bed, experiences we can have. Calls went well. Meet - and he is shorter than my 5'6" with heels, has bi-focals and hands smaller than mine. DONE
I'm sure I could share a ton more of my experiences. But what it boils down to is having a connection and personal attraction and chemistry. Especially considering that I'm interested in actually dating someone, not having a one-night stand. It seems that with my 35th birthday right around the corner, I'm finding myself in a slight predicament in the dating world. I don't want to have more children and most my age, do. I am looking forward to six years from now being an empty nester ready to explore the world! Men in their early 40's now have young children, even younger than toddler's. I had my son early and I'm looking forward to my fun! So if I date older who are mentally where I am, they aren't physically active or fun. If I date younger, they want children or a family or have young kids of their own.
Maybe I should open up my door to all dating experiences. But no matter how often I say that, I just can't find the 25 year old bi-sexual man who no longer dates men but finds them attractive, interesting enough to meet! I would like to say it's not too much to try to find someone who lives within an hour distance, is employed & works a similar shift, has similar visitation schedules and is attractive & fun! It appears like finding a needle in a haystack or as some may relate more, a safety pin in a bowl of rice!
There is a wide range of things that are instant turnoffs for me. From appearance, poor grammar, crudeness, crassness, unemployment, distance, etc. which lead me to never even want to meet someone.
Most what it boils down to is that there wasn't a connection or physical attraction. Some that after a phone call I refuse to meet because of what they sound like or what they say or how many times they call after. I have a huge issue with not wanting to meet guys that aren't involved with their children and make excuses for why. I also don't care for the negativity or guys that call women "bitches or hoes". And then there are the guys who have planned out our lives together before we ever meet and the latest, the one that texted me 12 times and called 6 when I told him I was busy - and that was in less than an hour!
I'm not sure that I can say that I have lowered my standards. But at this point, I'm just interested in meeting someone that I would like to see again. I actually for the first time in a long time, even since before JC had a connection with someone. I was questioning the distance, the kids, the schedules, etc. when he told me on date three that he had the "straw that would break the camel's back" and make the determination that I wouldn't date this guy. He has an STD. I felt deceived. Truly I can be extremely empathetic and wondered how difficult dating for him must be, but honestly, had I known upfront or on the first time we met, I wouldn't have seen him again. And, he knew that. But I allowed myself to share in our many hour phone calls and begin to develop an emotional connection. And so it was hard when we decided it wasn't going to work. I couldn't get intimate with someone and always wonder if or worse yet, when I would contract the STD. Afterall, this was someone I had only met a week before. He tried to hypothetically speak, like "What if we were in a relationship and I got cancer?" Which my response was, "You don't have cancer. And, I couldn't get cancer from you, AND we aren't in a relationship." So back to the drawing boards although I do have to commend him for being honest before we ever became intimate.
So here are some of my personal experiences:
Fabio - His longer than his picture hair less than shoulder length - shows up 20 minutes late and his hair is longer than his shoulders! DONE
Personal Trainer - Stuck on himself and more than high maintenance. Took 30 minutes to get ready for a bike ride after he picked me up! And feels that "silence" is awesome, who needs to always communicate? That's great for a first/second meet/date. DONE
Satan Fingers - Into fishing and communicating via email but in person is difficult. Then sends me a "Virtual Satan Fingers" message and tries to rationalize it. DONE
Battery Man - Drinks to point of intoxication and invites me over to watch football where he attempts to mount me. Then he wonders if he ruined his chances for a second date. DONE
Motorcycle Man - Arrives with ripped jeans and converse shoes - takes off his helmet to unkempt hair, bi-focal glasses and a mouth full of teeth that had never been brushed and had taken too many hits from a baseball bat. DONE
Drink Man - Emails out of the blue and wants to meet. Meet have a drink and neither one of us ever talk to each other again. Personality of an old shoe. DONE
Older Man - Emails fabulous correspondence of promised trips, breakfast in bed, experiences we can have. Calls went well. Meet - and he is shorter than my 5'6" with heels, has bi-focals and hands smaller than mine. DONE
I'm sure I could share a ton more of my experiences. But what it boils down to is having a connection and personal attraction and chemistry. Especially considering that I'm interested in actually dating someone, not having a one-night stand. It seems that with my 35th birthday right around the corner, I'm finding myself in a slight predicament in the dating world. I don't want to have more children and most my age, do. I am looking forward to six years from now being an empty nester ready to explore the world! Men in their early 40's now have young children, even younger than toddler's. I had my son early and I'm looking forward to my fun! So if I date older who are mentally where I am, they aren't physically active or fun. If I date younger, they want children or a family or have young kids of their own.
Maybe I should open up my door to all dating experiences. But no matter how often I say that, I just can't find the 25 year old bi-sexual man who no longer dates men but finds them attractive, interesting enough to meet! I would like to say it's not too much to try to find someone who lives within an hour distance, is employed & works a similar shift, has similar visitation schedules and is attractive & fun! It appears like finding a needle in a haystack or as some may relate more, a safety pin in a bowl of rice!
Training Passive-Aggressive
Sometimes, I can rub people the wrong way. Truly I get that. Mom has always claimed it's because I'm confident and can come across as bitchy or that it's because I'm just all that. Personally, I don't agree with mom's assessment. What it boils down to is...I just rub people the wrong way.
A couple weeks ago I had a four day training about an hour from home. I was able to get a hotel room because of the distance and I did two nights when my son was with his dad. Really helped that I didn't have to do the 7:00a.m. drive! The training was to learn how to teach trainings. I actually liked the trainer - she was personable and almost entertaining, almost. The training itself, I had a hard time from the beginning understanding the concept and the purpose of the training and therefore, I had a hard time focusing and keeping awake.
At every training I attend, I usually am more of a wall flower. I don't socialize with others outside of group work and seldom do I make a point to go to lunch with any of the other participants, unless I'm at a training with a co-worker. I prefer to spend my time the way I want, rather than attempting to make friends or acquaintances with people I don't know and will likely never see again. I'm really not that cold and impersonal, I just like my time. Anyway, I'm digressing.
It was quickly apparent that there was some rift between the trainer and I. I was trying not to take it personal, but it was becoming ever so apparent as the days went on. Everytime I commented or answered a question, she never heard me - not the first, second OR third time. Associates at my table would look from me to her each time. I would maintain the same puzzled look. I finally gave up. If she wasn't going to hear me, then I wasn't going to speak. So I did my best to keep my head bobbing to a minimum and tried to sleep with my eyes open. At some point during Day 2 she came over to our table and said that we were her "sleepy table" and she needed a squirt bottle for myself and the woman next to me. Whatever.
Day 3 was "experiment day" and when we got in, we had to number off and switch tables and take all our belongings. I ended up at a table right in front of her. Honestly, my participation and attention span had much improved with my new seating arrangement. However, again, she never heard me. Again, my new tablemates were questioning her complete inability to hear me. I was trying not to personalize it. One even suggested maybe it is the "tone" of my voice she can't hear. That night, I was beginning to think I needed to address the situation with the instructor on the final day of training; however, if I was wrong then I became the black sheep and if I was right, there was likely nothing I could do about it anyway. So I decided to not address it with her - afterall at some point, she will need to grade me as a trainer and I do so want to be a certified trainer.
Mind you, Day 1 she told us her name...Kathleen. She went on to say that she despises being called "Kathy". That she ignores anyone who calls her that. Additionally, I have a not so traditional name which can often be called incorrectly. (Can you see where this is going?)
On Day 4 (I had been early every morning, back with plenty of time from breaks and lunches and respected her and her time - and yet, it still seemed she had an issue(s) with me.) prior to resuming from one of our breaks, she approached me. Seeing my name tent, which had been in front of me all week long and she had called me by my correct name all week long, she asked me where my office is located by addressing me by the wrong name. While I am more than used to this, this is when my passive-aggressive or aggressive-aggressive response came out. I looked her dead in the eyes and said, "My name is XXXXX, and unless you would like me to call you Kathy, I would like to be called XXXXX."
You would have thought that I had shot her in the heart. I could see the smoke billowing from her ears. Her eyes pierced daggers into me. I sat there motionless. Staring her down.
Two can play your game...
She did apologize and I tried to minimize it with a small anecdotal story about names. But truth be told, she and I both knew that I meant business. And if she chooses not to "pass" me for teaching, oh well. Not the end of the world for me. Afterall, it would free up some of my Saturdays and Thursday nights if I couldn't teach!
A couple weeks ago I had a four day training about an hour from home. I was able to get a hotel room because of the distance and I did two nights when my son was with his dad. Really helped that I didn't have to do the 7:00a.m. drive! The training was to learn how to teach trainings. I actually liked the trainer - she was personable and almost entertaining, almost. The training itself, I had a hard time from the beginning understanding the concept and the purpose of the training and therefore, I had a hard time focusing and keeping awake.
At every training I attend, I usually am more of a wall flower. I don't socialize with others outside of group work and seldom do I make a point to go to lunch with any of the other participants, unless I'm at a training with a co-worker. I prefer to spend my time the way I want, rather than attempting to make friends or acquaintances with people I don't know and will likely never see again. I'm really not that cold and impersonal, I just like my time. Anyway, I'm digressing.
It was quickly apparent that there was some rift between the trainer and I. I was trying not to take it personal, but it was becoming ever so apparent as the days went on. Everytime I commented or answered a question, she never heard me - not the first, second OR third time. Associates at my table would look from me to her each time. I would maintain the same puzzled look. I finally gave up. If she wasn't going to hear me, then I wasn't going to speak. So I did my best to keep my head bobbing to a minimum and tried to sleep with my eyes open. At some point during Day 2 she came over to our table and said that we were her "sleepy table" and she needed a squirt bottle for myself and the woman next to me. Whatever.
Day 3 was "experiment day" and when we got in, we had to number off and switch tables and take all our belongings. I ended up at a table right in front of her. Honestly, my participation and attention span had much improved with my new seating arrangement. However, again, she never heard me. Again, my new tablemates were questioning her complete inability to hear me. I was trying not to personalize it. One even suggested maybe it is the "tone" of my voice she can't hear. That night, I was beginning to think I needed to address the situation with the instructor on the final day of training; however, if I was wrong then I became the black sheep and if I was right, there was likely nothing I could do about it anyway. So I decided to not address it with her - afterall at some point, she will need to grade me as a trainer and I do so want to be a certified trainer.
Mind you, Day 1 she told us her name...Kathleen. She went on to say that she despises being called "Kathy". That she ignores anyone who calls her that. Additionally, I have a not so traditional name which can often be called incorrectly. (Can you see where this is going?)
On Day 4 (I had been early every morning, back with plenty of time from breaks and lunches and respected her and her time - and yet, it still seemed she had an issue(s) with me.) prior to resuming from one of our breaks, she approached me. Seeing my name tent, which had been in front of me all week long and she had called me by my correct name all week long, she asked me where my office is located by addressing me by the wrong name. While I am more than used to this, this is when my passive-aggressive or aggressive-aggressive response came out. I looked her dead in the eyes and said, "My name is XXXXX, and unless you would like me to call you Kathy, I would like to be called XXXXX."
You would have thought that I had shot her in the heart. I could see the smoke billowing from her ears. Her eyes pierced daggers into me. I sat there motionless. Staring her down.
Two can play your game...
She did apologize and I tried to minimize it with a small anecdotal story about names. But truth be told, she and I both knew that I meant business. And if she chooses not to "pass" me for teaching, oh well. Not the end of the world for me. Afterall, it would free up some of my Saturdays and Thursday nights if I couldn't teach!
Blah, Blah, Blah
I know that it is quickly approaching a month since my last post. I have no idea where time goes! If it's any consolation, I've considered blogging more times than I care to admit. I really have no excuse for not blogging, other than lack of blog worthy blogs and lack of motivation. Clearly it isn't that I can't type and whip something up in a matter of minutes. Maybe I'm using all of my quick typing minutes and thoughts to reply to random potential daters on the dating site (yeah that's it - which mind you is completely unsuccessful!)
I spent seven days in training during the month of October. All out of town, but not far enough. I did spend two nights in a hotel during one of the four day trainings. I'll post later about my passive-aggressive training moment, although one co-worker deemed it more of an aggressive-aggressive moment!
I'm trying really hard at the whole dating thing. Ok, that's more of an extreme exaggeration. I should clarify and say that I'm trying really hard to actually meet people and date rather than jump into a relationship. Last week I came across several blogs of turn-offs in dating. I'll reference my list in a later blog too.
On the home front...T finished up soccer on a Thursday, party on Friday. And then what comes next? Monday basketball tryouts. Weekends were swapped with my son's dad so that my son could go to his great grandma's 97th birthday party, which was cancelled the Monday before and subsequently she passed on the day her party had been scheduled. So the day of tryouts - none other than the viewing across state and the funeral the following day. While son's dad didn't ever talk to me about any of it - heard via instant message with my son (have to love YAHOO IM), I volunteered to drive my son 3.5 hours east after tryouts to attend the funeral the following day. Didn't even get out of the car, and then made the return trip. Ah motherhood. Of course I had a few appropriate "choice words" with the coach when I learned that tryouts weren't just Monday, regardless he made the "B" team. Sigh...I mean Congrats T, mom loves the 4:00p.m. games!
I spent seven days in training during the month of October. All out of town, but not far enough. I did spend two nights in a hotel during one of the four day trainings. I'll post later about my passive-aggressive training moment, although one co-worker deemed it more of an aggressive-aggressive moment!
I'm trying really hard at the whole dating thing. Ok, that's more of an extreme exaggeration. I should clarify and say that I'm trying really hard to actually meet people and date rather than jump into a relationship. Last week I came across several blogs of turn-offs in dating. I'll reference my list in a later blog too.
On the home front...T finished up soccer on a Thursday, party on Friday. And then what comes next? Monday basketball tryouts. Weekends were swapped with my son's dad so that my son could go to his great grandma's 97th birthday party, which was cancelled the Monday before and subsequently she passed on the day her party had been scheduled. So the day of tryouts - none other than the viewing across state and the funeral the following day. While son's dad didn't ever talk to me about any of it - heard via instant message with my son (have to love YAHOO IM), I volunteered to drive my son 3.5 hours east after tryouts to attend the funeral the following day. Didn't even get out of the car, and then made the return trip. Ah motherhood. Of course I had a few appropriate "choice words" with the coach when I learned that tryouts weren't just Monday, regardless he made the "B" team. Sigh...I mean Congrats T, mom loves the 4:00p.m. games!
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