Dude.

Some people are just nice.

I know it's said that nice guys finish last and all that, but what about nice girls?

Yeah, probably us too. That still doesn't stop me from being infinitely greatful for all the nice things people have done for me lately.

Like the lady who barely knows me at work, but covered my shift TWO DAYS in a row, because I needed to be with my daughter.

Or my mom who shared her car with me for over a week, because I wouldn't have the money to get my own fixed and she wouldn't hurt my pride by offering the money. She gave me what I asked for, the loan of a ride, instead of the loan of money, which I know is what she would have preferred to do. (She said so after I got the car back and we had a good laugh about it, but she loved me enough not to kick me when I was down).

My godmother who died at the age of 100 this past January. But she sent me quarters for laundry when I was in college, gave me great advice about boys all through high school, took me to see Santa every winter I can remember until I got "too old" and then we just baked cookies and hung out.

Or any woman at my church who's ever given me a nod, or hug, or encouragement. And all the women who now look after child when I'm not around simply because she's my kid.

Or the lady next door who is totally anal about her grass and lawn, but never says anything to me about mine. She knows I'm working 80 hours a week and I'll do it as soon as I'm not at sleep or at work (or posting on Slashdot).

This post doesn't fit into anything here. No techie stuff, no diatriabes about the pains of being a newbie or jill end user in an increasingly tech world.

Just a moment of being greatful for my real life people who are nicer to me than I probably deserve.

I didn't realize how much the internet is a part of my life. Damn I'm online an awful lot. Slashdot doesn't help. 24/7 updates and lots of posts on every topic under the sun. Then there's games and chat and gosh hasn't this topic been done to death, but I am so caught up in all of this and I LOVE every friggin second of it.

I haven't been near my computer in what seems like FOREVER. Easter activities with family required my presence in the real world. My daughter insisted on shopping for the traditional, frilly, girly Easter gear complete with shoes and bags. Now I'm not butch by any means, but at 11 years old, that girl puts Barbie to shame. It's like Mia Hamm giving birth to Tyra Banks. I don't understand how a soccer playing, computer geek mom has somehow sired Martha Stewart Barbie. Ah well, you can't have everything and I love the kid something terrible.

However, I digress. I haven't been online for more than the 15 minutes it takes me to check email only since the Wednesday before Easter. Thursday was the aformentioned shopping marathon. Friday was hair, nails and pedicure. Saturday we screwed up all our hard work on hair and nails at an Easter Egg Hunt. And I should have left my cell at home, or just not answered the damn thing, but I didn't and I did so I got called into work for a six hour stint because someone else got food poisoning at a different Easter Egg Hunt.

This meant leaving the Egg Hunt, getting off at midnight, sleeping for the eyeblink of a chicken, and a crack of dawn repair session to get ready for Sunrise Service.

That's right, you heard me. SUNRISE SERVICE. Somebody figures that Jesus, having been in the tomb for three days, got antsy and instead of sleeping in until 10 a.m. like most respectable people on a Sunday, got up at the crack of dawn and was up and about proving Satan wrong.

*sigh* Fast forward 2000 years and some change later and *I* have to get up at dawn because he did and go to church.

I didn't make it (sorry God). I sent my daughter off with her grandma, slept for another 30 minutes, and then got up and completed my own dazzling Easter transformation from a tad frowzy, working-mom, computer geek to fine church going sistah. It took two-1 hour and 43 minutes sessions, no less, over a period of two days plus the 2 hour post Egg Hunt touch up session on Sunday.

After all this, a Sunday school program, dinner, visiting with family and friends and somebody in a nursing home who won't even remember I was there, I went home and zip, scrub, fling I was back to not quite so frowzy computer geek (much better hair, nails, and cute earrings) and went to sleep with my head on the keyboard for four hours.

So I'm back until the next religious Holiday which I think is either Memorial Day or the Fourth of July. Or maybe until the release of the next Harry Potter movie, but I'm pretty sure at my age that will count towards my quota of geek activity for the day. :)

... the first one disappeared. Can't figure out why. It was a nice little diatribe about why I decided to hang here at Slashdot.

The first time I wrote it, turns out it was illegal because I got a lovely blue screen that told me so. The second time it disappeared.

I wonder if this one will stick. If it does, I'll write some more.

Like you care.

Ah, a preview AND a save button. Methinks I did not save the first time. Or was that the second time.

Damn newbies.