When I left you I had a broken a computer and all hope was lost.  Well nearly lost.

I called my Computer Guy.

Ok, I sent a detailed message to my Computer Technician.

Fine.  I sent a panicked text message to my brother complete with pictures.
He replied by explaining to me in painstaking detail over the phone how to fix my computer.

I followed his technical instructions.

Step one.  Insert CD into CD drive.

Ahem.

As it turns out I had to hit a function key to get the computer to load from the disc.  It would not automatically do it.

Details...

He also warned me that I should not insert the disc that would wipe out all the information on my computer.

I guess it's a good thing I didn't know about the function key...

I ran the repair.

He declined to remain on the phone for the hour it took to run.  Just can't get good service these days.  He seemed to think that his paying job was more important than his panicked sister.  Job before family.  I get it.  Just because I'm not paying him the big bucks.  He has this silly desire to eat and to live in a place with a roof.

He warned me that it might not work and we might have to try another solution.  He said not to panic if it didn't work.

It didn't work.

I panicked.

Sent him more badgering texts.  Fix my computer!!!

He walked me through the process again.  Turns out I just had to run the same repair again and it automatically tried a second solution.  Restore to an earlier date.

It worked.  Here I am in all my glory to continue my great work.

Obviously I can't actually give up my computer for Lent.  The world needs me.

Thank you lil bro for unleashing my glory back upon the world.  I know they appreciate it.

P.S. Vote for my "Lovely Living Room."  Round 2!

"Lovely Living Room"

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The good news is that I made it to round two of the Messiest House on the Internet Contest over at MyLifeandKids so if you get a chance head over and vote for my "Lovely Living Room."

This is where I would include the fancy link and such but when I tried to restart my computer, (it was frozen) this happened.

This is where I would post the picture I took on my phone of the error I got but I can't figure out how to post pictures from my phone.

I am totally blogging from my phone.

I know there's an app for that but not for Windows phone.  Sigh.

Obviously, I freaked out and sent a panic text to my (mostest awesomest on the planet, don't know what I would do without him) brother who talked me down from the ledge and told me how to reboot my computer from the Windows disc.

It is currently "attempting repairs."  I'll keep you posted...


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A couple of weeks ago, bright and early on a Saturday morning, my husband and I packed the kids up in the car and drove the hour drive to his mother's house.  After dropping off my husband, the kids and I then drove an hour and a half back, past our house, to a birthday party for one of my son's best buddies.  (My son was rather dismayed that for some reason it took 2 1/2 hours to drive to the birthday party!)  While we were having fun splashing and eating cupcakes, my husband and his mother were in her van, driving the five hours to my parent's house.  They stayed for a few hours and then turned right around and drove back.

At around 1am I got a call from my brother asking me if my husband had arrived home yet.  I looked outside to check and discovered, to my surprise, a vehicle in the driveway containing my brother and sister-in-law!

At around 2am my husband arrived home.  He had dropped his mom off at her house and we would be taking her van back the next afternoon.

Why?

Ever have house guests?

You know how despite the fact you are really happy to see them and are excited for their visit you tend to breath a sigh of relief that they are gone.

My brother and his wife were here for a weekend visit and left an hour and a half ago.

On Friday I took a big step forward out of the shadows into the . . . you know . . . less dark shadows.  Let's not get carried away here.

Lil bro

I told my brother about my blog.

Gulp.

My decision to tell him was based on two things.

One: We have a pretty close relationship anyway.  I figured there really isn't much of anything I would be posting that he doesn't already know about.  Also sometimes there is a bit of a communication breakdown in our family. Something along the lines of . . . "You didn't know that?  I really thought mom/dad/sister would have told you."  You would think we would have learned our lesson by now.  If something happens call each individual family member directly.  Otherwise someone will be left out of the loop.  Now that he can read my blog he will be kept informed of all the ever so exciting events and happenings round here.