1. Last week was a week of computer maladies. Our keyboard had been sticking, so we decided to replace the keyboard. Of course, since the wireless sensor was for both the keyboard and mouse, we needed to replace both. We go that done and realized the modem and router weren't working, so we spent time fixing those. Then the external hard drive wouldn't come on. I thought that the problem was in the power supply, because the CPU rested on the cord. Alas, after several hours at Frys on Friday evening, we learned it wasn't the power supply. They tried putting on a new external cover with the new connections to no avail. Because it had a lot of pictures and all of my digital scrapbooking, I was willing to pay for them to try to recover the data. Unfortunately, it didn't work. But the good news is that all the pictures were actually backed up. The bad news is that I lost all my digital scrapbooking stuff. I guess that means I'll have to start collecting it all over again!
2. This morning, I'm in awe of my husband's organization of all our important papers. I had to return a call to the company that is doing my background check for the University of Phoenix. They needed some documentation of my employment. Like, my last year's W2. Of course, no need to panic. Ramy had them carefully organized into a file folder that was at my ready, and I was able to scan it and email it to them while I was on the phone with them. Left to my own devices, that piece of paper would likely have been...well, who knows where, but I'm sure I couldn't have laid hands on it without seriously upending the house and file cabinet and my sanity in general. So yeah, thank you, Ramy.
3. I'm sad that it appears Elizabeth Edwards is near death. I'm interested that as all of the people who love her are gathered around her, her estranged husband is one of them. Yeah, buddy, you cheat on me with a flight attendant while I, your politicowife have been battling cancer, you're the last person I want by my deathbed.
4. Have you checked out PostSecret? I have a little guilty obsession with it. The deal is that people can mail in their dirtiest little secrets anonymously on a postcard. I don't know why I like to look at it, but apparently many other people do too!
5. Hallelujuah! My husband came up with something that he actually wants for Christmas! You have no idea how momentous this is. I, however, have still not come up with anything. How unusual is THAT?
6. Do you run out of shampoo and conditioner at the same time? Or are you like me and it is always uneven? I am seriously irritated by this issue. I like my shampoo and conditioner to match. But then I run out of the shampoo first, but since there is still conditioner left, I either have to throw out the conditioner and buy new conditioner to match the new shampoo, or I have to buy another bottle of the same shampoo, and that is an endless cycle that prevents me from switching around from brand to brand the way Ramy uses the remote control to flip between People's Court, Kababayan LA, Sanford & Son, and Gangland. Whew, okay I feel better now. Any lingering questions as to why I went into psychology?
7. For a time last year, Costco sold three-pack packages of shampoo and conditioner. Each pack had two bottles of shampoo and one bottle of conditioner. For a couple of months, all was right in the world. Alas, they only carried it that one time. Costco likes to toy with my emotions that way.
8. I'm really not mentally ill.
9. At 4:00 this morning, two little hands grabbed my earlobes as an almost-four-year-old climbed on top of me and said in a gravelly voice, "I need you to snuggle me, my mama." We were like a little cocoon until 7:10 this morning.
10. On Saturday, Julie and I learned why we usually shop on weekdays and why going to Toys R Us on a Saturday is an experiment in torture. Between the nightmare of parking and the impossibility of getting a shopping cart through the aisles, it was like running a gauntlet. But we made it through. Thank goodness we'd been training for such a shopping expedition.
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