It’s a Left Clicky-thing

The left clicky-thing on my mouse doesn’t think I’m serious when I press it unless I add a little more muscle-oomph to my finger.  I suppose the mouse might be asking me if I’m sure I want to click on something before I actually go there.  I have, since these symptoms on my mouse have started, abandoned certain half-hearted attempts at various sites because I didn’t realize the clicky-thing just needed more muscle.  It got me thinking about what my other experiences in life would be like if I had to press the clicky-thing again , but with greater conviction, before it worked.  I’m sure I’d avoid putting my foot in my mouth more often, I’d make better financial choices, and I’d probably be a more rational and sane mother, maybe. 

I’ve noticed on Facebook, a site that I’ve been trying not to visit much, that many people who post there, including myself, need to have a little more “clicky-thing” issues just so we think about what we type before it’s out there for the whole world to see.  I often wonder when visiting that site, how many people are on hallucinogenic drugs or some other medication that loosens their judgment and all sense of propriety.  I’m sure all who read this blog, and are also on Facebook, know exactly what I’m talking about.  There’s another site, and I’m sure many, many more like it, called Twitter, where the user should have to be forced to use some ancient computer binary code in order to post.  A mouse should be forbidden for such instant comment sites, sites where if there were such a physical condition like unto IBS on the computer, the problem would be like none known to the medical community. 

Anyway, I’m just having a moment of time to myself while the babies are sleeping and Chris is standing as sentinel over the wakeful boys.  Instead of wisely sleeping these minutes away, I am parked here in front of the computer posting.  Blogging, even with an are-you-sure-you-want-top-post-it-mouse, is actually a pretty therapeutic and mentally healthy thing for me to do on occasion.  As I type I become enlightened on several points, one of which is how bad a speller I am and another is that it’s time for a refresher class on English grammar.  Putting a string of random thoughts from the past week into a semi-ordered and typed fashion, helps me document what may or may not have been reality, but is still a process which can also be therapeutic.

Enough about clicky-things.  We celebrated Isaac’s 5th birthday this weekend, yes he’s only 5 though he looks like a 6 1/2 year old according to the doctor.  He got some very fun gifts, a Lego Star Wars shirt, and a 3 pack of Star Wars underwear.  Finally, he gets his own not-hand-me-down underwear.  That is the unfortunate lot of a younger brother, getting the hand-me-downs, but I really do think the attempt at frugality should stop when it comes to recycling your older brother’s underwear.

We went down to Chris’ parents house to celebrate the day and had a wonderful time visiting with his family.  There were 3 sets of twins in their house that afternoon, my two sets and Mike and Melissa’s babies.  Here are a few pictures from the weekend and some other randomness.