Welcome to my garden!
Join in my adventures of everyday life. I am trying to live by the saying "Live, Laugh & Love". Sometimes there are tears, sometimes there is a whole lot of laughter, but there is always love. So, enjoy the flowers and enjoy the read.
Well, Nicki and I attended a wedding on Saturday, August 22nd. It was so beautiful. It was at the state capitol in Charleston. Such a georgous day for a wedding. While I was getting ready, my son told me I was beautiful and he wanted to take my picture. He always tells me I am beautiful, but I AM HIS MOMMY!
Now, anyone of you who know me really well, will understand that this almost never happens. I don't do pictures. I don't photograph well, never have! But here is one of the pics that my son took. Isn't he a good photographer?! I think he may have some talent.
My computer crashed. It wouldn't start up. It stayed on the black startup screen and wouldn't do anything else. It kept asking me which mode I wanted to start up in and I told it safe mode, but it wouldn't listen! Then it just died. NOTHING HAPPENED!
I had so much stuff on that computer! Pictures from the last six years. Preschool graduations, prom night, graduation night. Hubby coming hom from Iraq, twice. Copies of receipts for vehicle parts, (which hubby hasn't realized yet!) birth certificates, geneologies, spreadsheets, internet downloads (my games) all sorts of things that I have gotten used to over the years and now, there is nothing.
How important have these computers become that our lives are stored on them? Did the fellows who invented these things realize how much we would come to depend on them? Not only for storing informatin, but for entertainment and socalization. I don't think I could function normally if I didn't have some way to access the internet. I feel so disconnected.
This happened over the weekend and I am still trying to deal with it.
Fortunately, there is a fellow here at work that said he might me able to "mirror" my harddrive and see if he can recover all my stuff. He didn't guarantee all of it, he may not be able to even do it, but he is willing to try. Bless his little heart. So wish me the best as I struggle to recover my sanity, oops, I meant files!
So, there has to be at least one picture on here to lighten up the mood. These are the hands of my 15 year old. She has plaid tipped nails on. I must say, she has her own sense of style.
