Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I spent most of last night trying to recover DH's computer. Back in the day, back before we had children, I took quite a few computer courses because, well... I'm a geek. I admit it. DH is unlike typical men- has no discernible mechanical skills whatsoever (Guess that is why he's paid to talk for hours). Last night, the computer not only crashed but leaped into the Pit of Despair with both feet while doing a backflip. It was actually pretty spectacular.
Then, those inevitable words popped up on the screen: Boot disk corrupted.
After four hours of cursing, begging, pleading and offers of taking the computer on our next vacation, if it would only please boot up, it finally consented to rising from the blue screen of death. Unfortunately for DH, the process of getting it back up resulted in a re-install so he lost everything.
And DH doesn't back stuff up.
At midnight, I let DH take over the reinstall of WoW, MS Office, and various other programs. At 2, he finally came to bed after trying to recreate a presentation for work.
Today, though, I am going to try and conquer the tread climber for more than 20 minutes. I have a serious love-hate relationship with the Treadclimber. I adore the workout it gives. I love that it makes me stand up straight-great for the posture but it is the toughest machine I've ever encountered.
*******WARNING LAST PART IS A LITTLE DISGUSTING**********
My mom decided that she was going to find the source of the smell in my brother's house. She and I thought that something had crawled under the house and died. We were wrong. We were so very wrong....
Apparently, his dishwasher quit working sometime in the past few weeks. When it decided to commit ritual suicide, it was apparently mid wash. So all that food (he has one of those dishwashers with the disposal in the bottom) and water has been sitting there for who knows how long.
My brother gave my mom some money last night to go out and purchase a new dishwasher for him today. I'll take her around town to shop for it, and maybe I can convince her to go out for lunch (My mom is not a big restaurant eater). There is a little Middle Eastern place that I love which makes the BEST Tabbouleh salad ever. Yummm!!!!! I think I am getting hungry now.