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Outbreak
My blogging has been quite sporadic as of late as I’m dealing with a computer virus, Trojan in origin, Backdoor in specificity. This virus pretty much makes your computer dump out on you when you’re surfing the net. It’s especially bad to have your computer crap out on you when you’re in the middle of ordering Christmas presents online. This Trojan used to create pop-ups of a pornographic nature, too, but somehow the virus software I downloaded at least took the horse’s legs off. It’s still on my system and it’s not going anywhere. There’s a lengthy process to completely eliminate it, but that would require time, which I generally don’t have. I’m stealing a couple of minutes to type this on Word and then to cut and paste it onto the blogger since anytime I actually try to use the SacMomsClub blogger, it freezes up on me and I have to open new windows and start over. My computer’s not the only thing with virus on the brain. Thanks to an episode of Yo Gabba Gabba, our 3 ½ year-old daughter’s been afraid of “ugly, yucky germs.” This is problematic in many ways. For one, she no longer wants to wipe herself after she pees because she’s afraid of getting her hands contaminated. She also cries and whines out of the blue at things touching other things. And she wants to be carried most everywhere out of fear that her feet will meet the germs lurking on the floor. Apparently, she has little faith in my housecleaning skills.
At first glance, Yo Gabba Gabba is just weird. I kind of liked it though because of guest stars and musical videos and Super Martian Robot Girl and its general randomness. But now, I think it’s a propaganda-driven hallucinogenic dance party. One upside is that I told her that poopoo is filled with germs, so she’s been making more of an effort to eliminate and not holding it in. That coupled with fiber tabs has made for a more relaxed week in the bowel department. Baby steps, I keep telling myself. She’ll be four in March and so many of her neuroses will be gone by then, or so they keep telling me. Bonaducci reassured my husband 4 ½ at the latest. If she’s anything like her mother, she’ll still be a little constipated weirdo at 34 ½ . 1 comments from 1 users
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on Nov 16, 2007 at 10:40 AM
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When my son was little (about your daughter's age) he was terrified of people widening their eyes at him (or people on tv who bugged their eyes out) and muppets feet. He had it in his head that they don't have feet. So when he'd see some on tv with feet, he'd scream. I'm happy to report that at 13, none of that scares him anymore. Hahaha. :)