As predicted, we had a very long night indeed. I doubt I got two hours sleep, total. Poor Miss Elsa is absolutely miserable and there’s just not much we can do for her.<\/p>\n
You’d think a sick baby and an exhausted mommy would be enough to make any day pretty crappy, but fate had more in store for us today.<\/p>\n
I was happily sitting at my computer when I suddenly got a pop up window that said my hard drive was damaged and I would lose data, but I must reboot. I didn’t know what data I would lose, but I wasn’t working on anything important so I rebooted.<\/p>\n
Every picture was gone off my computer.<\/p>\n
Every.<\/p>\n
Single.<\/p>\n
Picture.<\/p>\n
Even icons.<\/p>\n
Do you know what a computer looks like without icons? Freaky.<\/p>\n
I about wanted to puke. I have back-ups of the best pictures on Flickr and Shutterfly, but I haven’t done any backing up since shortly after Vancouver. I was hoping it was all a big mistake and the pictures were just hiding.<\/p>\n
Before I could figure it out, Elsa started coughing really hard. Did I ever mention that Elsa has a really strong gag reflex? <\/p>\n
I heard The Gurgle in her stomach. Sadly, I know The Gurgle well.<\/p>\n
Less than 4 seconds later I was covered in puke from head to toe. It was in my mouth, my hair, my underwear.<\/p>\n
I started stripping her and she puked again, right when the shirt was going over her head. She got it in her eyes, her hair. Every where.<\/p>\n
So off we went for our second shower of the morning.<\/p>\n
When we finally got settled and I checked my computer, the whole thing was covered in error windows. I thought I would have to send my computer in to Dell to get it repaired because it kept saying it was a hardware error.<\/p>\n
So that was happening. <\/p>\n
The puke happened.<\/p>\n
The crying, cranky baby was happening.<\/p>\n
I whined to FB that my day was bad and “what else could possibly go wrong?”<\/p>\n
Not even 30 minutes later I thought my washing machine was coming unhooked from the wall. Then I thought we were being bombed or a truck was running through my house. Something was happening and my brain couldn’t even begin to process the noise and the movement. Was our A\/C unit on fire? Did someone shoot my neighbor? Was a train loose?<\/p>\n
It was terrifying in the moment, until I realized it was just a big ol’ earthquake shaking the shit out of my house. <\/p>\n
When I got my wits about me, I grabbed Elsa (who was finally, FINALLY sleeping) and ran out the door to collect Erik from the park. She was dressed in a diaper. I had no shoes on. It was like something out of a bad movie.<\/p>\n
I was yelling for him as I approached the little park and he thought it would be a great<\/i> time to hide. Thankfully a guy from the low income house saw that he was under the play structure at the park and pointed him out to me. Apparently he hadn’t felt a thing, even though all the neighbors were out and the kids were all saying the fences in the neighborhood had been shaking. One kid even fell off his bike.<\/p>\n
Overall, the earthquake wasn’t bad at all, except for that initial terror of “what the hell is happening?” It just made us nervous for the rest of the day and I didn’t want Erik playing outside in case of aftershocks. <\/p>\n
Once Mike got home, I had a little chat with Dell tech support and some guy in India remotely fixed my computer. <\/p>\n
How, you ask?<\/p>\n
By completely wiping my system and setting it back to factory settings. <\/p>\n
Obviously he did it with permission, but there wasn’t much choice. I am lamenting all the lost pictures. <\/p>\n
There is one good thing. I was supposed to fix my e-mail accounts a couple of months ago when Kisha figured out why I was having problems. Thunderbird automatically synced my accounts so it doesn’t matter which computer I am on–my e-mail inboxes will look the same and I can access any message from either my laptop or my desktop. This is a problem because it stores the messages on the server. <\/p>\n
I’ve been really good about deleting stuff, but it is still a pain to make sure I am not going over my data limit. I keep meaning to re-do everything and make it so the e-mails come off the server and are stored on my laptop. I guess it is a very good thing I didn’t get around to fixing it, since I have some pretty important e-mails that I can’t afford to lose. <\/p>\n
Well.<\/p>\n
Pretty important in my little world. I don’t have the cure for cancer tucked away in a secret e-mail file.<\/p>\n
I am so stressed out right now that I can barely think straight. We are doing an open house for my MOMS Club and I have a ton of stuff I need to take care of but I can’t seem to get started. Before I left for Oregon I was getting into a list making mode. First time in my life that I ever used lists and crossed things off. And you know? It made me so much more productive.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow I shall revive the lists. I am overwhelmed and the lists help break things down into manageable steps. Erik has five hours of camp tomorrow, so if Elsa is feeling a bit better I should be able to knock some things off the list. I really need to make some fliers for this open house but my desktop publishing skills are abysmal. Bah. I need to write a press release for a local kid newsletter. I need to figure out what, exactly, we need to bring to this open house and have all the files printed and prepared. My stomach hurts just thinking about it.<\/p>\n
And with that, I shall leave you. Time to hit the hay. I am functioning on very little brain power tonight, but with all the craziness of the day I am wishing I had a sleeping pill handy. Why do I not have a stash of sleeping pills any more? I think it is high time I visited the pharmacy and loaded up on barbiturates. Not that OTC sleeping pills are actually barbiturates. Are they?<\/p>\n
Maybe I should just re-watch the movie I watched this afternoon: Dear Lemon Lima<\/i>. Very bizarre stuff. I can’t do slow moving movies with plots that make no sense. I bet a lot of people liked it, though. It was pretty quirky in a sort of Napoleon Dynamite<\/i> way, only depressing.<\/p>\n
Speaking of Netflix movies, what the heck happened to Kristen Bell? She did such a fabulous job in “Veronica Mars” that I was sure she was destined for great things. She could play any one! She could do anything! Yet every movie I’ve seen her in makes me want to cringe. I watched You Again<\/i> yesterday. It was ok, but had a lot of cringe worthy moments. I tried to watch that movie where she was in Italy, but I couldn’t do it. Why, Kristen, why? Is she just picking the wrong parts? Do movie studios not take her seriously because she’s young and blonde? I don’t know. I miss Veronica.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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