Who knew the d/c jack on computers could be so finiky

You know that I have a reputation with photographs – that they are decent but everyone has to wait YEARS to see them (case in point, wedding photos still are not up from July 2006). So here’s my funny (but long) story.

My husband and I have recently returned from a three month trip to South America. Everyone keeps asking me to see the photos, and determined not to disappoint, right when I got back from SA I uploaded everything to my father’s computer, organized, deleted, edited the goodies, and starred the ones I would upload. I couldn’t yet do the upload though b/c I needed my own laptop for that job, which was in Colorado. So I backed everything to DVD’s and flew back to CO.

When I got home, I learned that my hard disk was FULL and I would need to move some old photos off to accomplish the job. No prob. I have a network storage device with hundreds of gigs just for the job.

Well, right about the time I went to do the transfer, our network went down. Comcast came out, fixed it. then 2 days later mark broke it again. Comcast came BACK out, fixed it from the modem to the computer, but as soon as you put the router in there, it broke. After 3 weeks of me trying to figure out what was going on, I discovered that the router was broken. New router.

Okay! Intranet/Internet now working, after about 4 weeks. I go to connect to the network storage device, and I can’t see it. Can’t ping it, can do nothing. 2 weeks go by of me communicating with their tech support, they can’t fix it. After pulling my hair out, I come to learn that the new firewall I installed on my computer was blocking the map network drive and ping functions, but only to the network storage device (have other drives mapped no prob). Go figure. So after configuring the firewall, VOILA! Now I get access to the storage device. So I move a whole bunch of files off (takes 2 days, we’re talking lots o’ gigs here). I install the SA photos. Except some of the tags and descriptions I had set with the photos aren’t there (this part took me HOURS AND HOURS when I got back from SA). So I ended up re-creating them. That took me maybe a week.

Okay, tags and descriptions done. On hard drive, done. Now let’s begin the upload! I start to upload. Right when the first set finishes, my computer battery dies. So I plug it in, but no juice is flowing. After about 20 minutes of fiddling with it, I’ve come to discover that the DC jack on my laptop has just died. It’s fused to the motherboard. And battery is fully drained, without a way to juice it. Mark and I operated on the laptop figuring the connectors were lose and we could just re-soder. After 1 agonizing hour of intensive laptop invasive surgery, we discovered this job was for a pro and WAY beyond our skills. That was thurs.

So, right now, I have about 1/20th of my photos online. The rest are stranded on my laptop HD which is sitting besides me, calling my name, but no way to access it. HD enclosure didn’t work. Installing the HD in a new laptop didn’t work. My motherboard is sitting in a repair shop in WA somewhere trying to get fixed. There’s lots more blood and guts to this story, but I’ll spare you the details.

Suffice it to say if you really want to see photos, I can direct you to about 1/20th of them. Let me know if you’re interested.

A personal problem

I’m having somewhat of an embarrassing problem, and for those that know me, I don’t embarrass easily.

I’m some what of an exercise addict.  I have tons of energy and get stressed out easily.  Exercise is the only thing that brings my energy and stress to manageable levels.  I feel better about myself, I obsess less, I’m less grouchy and irritable, and generally a nicer person to be around (not to mention what it does for the appearance of my butt).

I spend probably half my workout time in a spinning class, and the other half my workout time outside in some manner, running, hiking, or road biking.   When I’m outside, I obviously don’t have access to a mirror.  In my spin class, I usually sit so the mirror is next to me instead of in front of me – I have ZERO desire to see myself all sweaty and blotchy and frizzy.

ANYWAY, a while ago, I had to sit in a different seat in my spin class since the class was almost at capacity.  So there I am, in front of the mirror.  I ride hard that day, and at the end of the class, I sit up on my bike, stretch my hands over my head, and glance at myself in the mirror.  To my horror, I realize that MY NIPPLES HAVE SWEAT THROUGH MY SHIRT.  I have huge wet RINGS around my nipples, and it looks like I’m lactating!  I am not pregnant, I have no other shirt, and it is glaringly obvious.  All of a sudden I feel all eyes on me.  I know the whole class is staring at me, probably trying hard not to laugh.  Someone is breathing hard and I’m convinced that this person is suppressing a guffaw.  My face instantly goes red, I quickly dismount, grab my towel and water bottle, hold them in front of my wet boobs, and I leave.

Next day I’m in class again, and the same thing happens!  I sweat a lot, so my shirt is fairly wet, but my breasts are dry except for my wet nipples.  HUGE wet spot around my nipples!  Next day I go for a run outside.  When I get home, same thing.  I’m sweating through a lined jog bra and a t-shirt.
I am not exaggerating here.  I’m not imagining it either.

I’m so embarrassed.   I’m going to have to put maxipads over my nipples when I exercise.

Margaritas, ab muscles, and Pavlov

I have a hypothesis and am looking for someone to validate it for me.

Pavlov was a founder of classical conditioning.  His experiements showed that if you repeatedly rang a bell before presenting a dog with food, the dog would salivate.  Pretty soon you could stop presenting the dog with food, but the dog would still salivate at the sound of the bell.

Why can’t this work for abdominal muscles?  I’ll drink a margarita, then do crunches.  Margarita, crunches.  Margarita, crunches.  Pretty soon I can stop doing the crunches and my abdominal muscles will still respond after I do abs.

Anyone care to give it a shot?

How drinking makes you smarter

It’s darwinian really.

As the lions pick off the weakest of the herd, thus removing the weaker genes from the herd’s gene pool and strengthening the genes of the future generations of the herd, so goes drinking.

Drinking eliminates the weakest brain cells, thus strengthening the whole.  Drink more!

Bacon Grease Hot!

Colorado is HOT.

I always love it when those from warmer climates claim they couldn’t reside in Colorado because it’s too cold.  Boston is cold.  North Carolina is cold!  Sometimes, Florida is actually colder than Colorado (thanks to that nasty little water thing called humidity).

But for the last week, it’s been so hot in Colorado that a cup full of bacon grease has yet to congeal.  Yes, it’s been on my kitchen counter for a week.   What’s your point?

It’s so hot that I layed on the floor butt naked eating frozen green peas (even ice cream was melting too fast).

Cold showers never felt so good.

Gigya –

I just read about Gigya, an interesting new product that takes allows you to customize your email layout, look, and feel, like you can your myspace pages.

I haven’t had time to check it out yet.  If you do, let me know what you think.

Park your car at a consignment shop…

So my husband and I are off for a 3 month sabbatical to South America, and are having a difficult time deciding where to leave our cars for 3 months. We’ve got house sitters, so our driveway is out of the question. We want our cars periodically started to keep them alive, and maybe even somehow protected from the elements.  But we don’t know anyone with an extra 2 spaces in their garage, and the street in front of our house isn’t very long, prohibiting others (like our tenants!) from parking there.

Lu – “You should put your car for sale at one of those consignment shops, but put a high price tag on it.”

Me – Brilliant. So if it sells, then I’d be getting more than I would otherwise get for the car. FABULOUS. And if it doesn’t, well then someone has been washing it, keeping an eye on it and caring for it while I’m gone. For free.

Damn, why didn’t I think of that?