Where did all my stuff go?

I kid you not!! That son of mine can hide anything of mine! As of Tuesday, I KNOW I had my planner. Has all my friends names, addresses, phone numbers, Appts, hubby's appts, travel schedule, attrny phone no, dr appts, GONE!! I have NO idea where it is now.

We have checked the van. Checked the trash twice. (found my daughter's other shoe) Under the couch, in it, behind it, under the coushions. In everyone's rooms, closets, under beds, in drawers, in the shower even, both bathrooms, laundry baskets, behind all furniture, WHERE IS IT!?!

How does this happen? It was on the table by the phone Tues. I was talking to a friend. I know it was on the bed because I made a phone call to the bank. Was that before or after the friend? Did I put it in my school bag? I can't remember. Did I take it to school yesterday? If i did, I left it there. Cause it's no longer in my bag. I don't remember it being at the tanning bed. I know it wasn't in my bag this morning.

I paid bills Tues. and had it then. The phone call was after that. Where is it! This is like the time I lost the jump drive. My LIFE is on that thing! I don't leave it anywhere besides my neck, purse and computer now. Planner, planner, planner.........UGH!!!!!!!!!!!

I didn't use to be this forgetful. Is this because of age? Children? Or do I just have too much going on? I used to remember everyone's SS#, address complete with zip, phone number of my husbands work relations. Now.................my name is.......... ( I did call a guy at work by the wrong name twice today!)

SUBJECT CHANGE!!
I'm sitting here listening to my daugher go on and on about school and other girls. How did she get so big? When did this happen? She's all excited about her girlfriends, her birthday party, she's so adorable.

She went from this little, strong willed, stubborn, bald-headed midget to this tall (inch shorter than myself) long lashed young woman. She's now experimenting with make-up. Changing from jeans and tee-shirts to dressy shirts. I'm so proud.

She's got her mom beat in so many ways. Unlike me at 10 (soon to be 11), she's got complete confidence in herself. She likes herself. When others try to bring her down, she has such class in standing her ground. She's not cocky, but she doesn't budge. That's my girl!!!

Intelligent, captain of the math-bowl, cheerleader, reading award winner, looking forward to Jr. High. Freckles dotted along her cheeks. Almond eyes. She surprised me today. I came home after class and she had organized her two sisters to doing all chores and had even baked cookies in the short time they were home.

They come running out the door all excited. "Mom!! Don't go inside yet! It's a surprise!! Where's Bubs?" I'm gazing at the twinkle in my daughter's eyes as she chases after her brother. Looking at the flowers. Breathing in the fresh Spring air. Ahhhhhhh........the day will end much better than it began. (planner excluded)

After cookies and dinner, (in that order) they are trying on clothes, what fits this year v/s last year? Everyone's talking about school and things that excite them. What they learned. What they look forward to. I love my kids. I am so proud of them. Not because they are mine, but because of who they are becoming.

This must have been how my mother felt when she would say how much she enjoyed watching me grow. I just hope that all they hold as right and wrong they hold fast too. Doog-Boog doesn't want to be married. B-bug is a drama queen, flirt, everyone's friend, social bug. Goosh-Boosh is her own person all together. Bubs. He's a wild man.

All I know is...........I need to post pictures.

Could the tide be turning?

Well, you won't believe it, I found someone who knows VB.Net. And knows it better than one would have thought. It was so relieving to send broken code and be told why it was broken and how to fix it. And fix it we did.

As relieveing as that was, the desktop wasn't so friendly. I get everything inside the new case with the new mother board to have it not boot into windows. Not good people, not good in so many many ways. So there's another list of things to do to see if I can reverse this. I shake my head some times and wonder what ever I was thinking in getting involved in this. But then, I will graduate and someone will pay me to fix thier problems and I will find mine just a laugh in the wind. Can I get that lucky?

I can see clearly now the RAM is gone - computer humor

Ahhhh...........Is it possible I'm getting a break? God has decided to have more mercy on me?

My mother packs up her laptop and mails it to me from GA. God love her. And it arrives wrapped in bubble wrap, packed in a box with peanuts, inside another box with peanuts. I got pics of the kids in the box with the peanuts. Cute stuff!

So I load the blasted VB.Net from the DVD that the book sent. All it loads as smooth as silk and then.........to activate you have to go online. It says, "this program has been loaded on the maximum number of computers allowed." Doggy doo!

Sooooo, I contact a friend of mine who WON the program and loans me his copy to use till the end of the class. God bless Big Tom. And so now I have a computer to use while hubby is at work or travel. My desktop is still in pieces, but I have a case and a power supply for whenever the motherboard arrives. That and my buddy Adam gave me some cool lights for the inside being that the case has a window. Provided it all works, (everyone cross fingers, say a prayer) it should glow purple.

Now, if I can catch up with homework before the end of the semester, I get to graduate the 13th of May. Yeah for me! That's two degrees over here I'll take.

On the other side, Bubs has a fever of 104.3 from the armpit. The nurse didn't seem alarmed as I was. We'll see how he is in the morning. Night all!

DAMN STUPID COMPUTERS!!!

Alright! Alright! Alright!
I've had it! Now I know life ain't fair, the bad makes you enjoy the good and so on and so forth but COMMON!!! I have to get a break somewhere!

Let's recap. I have a program due 3 weeks ago. I have an assignment due last Friday and another program due this Friday. My modem gets a power surge so both PCI slots, (where your modem card plugs into) are out of order. Sooooo, I buy a new modem. Nope, both slots out, no luck here. So I buy a new board, new processor, new DVD burner while I'm at it.

Put all the stuff in the case, and I have no place to plug in my monitor. Apparently, I didn't pay enough attention to realize that with gamer boards, they just take it you'll pay $400 for a graphics card. (where you plug in your monitor) So I buy a cheap (HA!) $70 video card for the monitor. PUt that in. It won't start. Now I've lost my cool, my composure and my paitence. I start crying. What ever am I going to do my programming on?

My hubby however spends no less than 3 hours testing everything on the computer to see what's getting electric and what's not. Learned much from the man. Plus that my power supply is now out. So I grab another from a junk computer in the house. We test it. It works. Plug everything in and wha la! IT WORKS! I decide to reset my BIOS setting in teh morning since he spent so much time and he hates computers all together. (a new feeling for me lately)

This afternoon, the baby goes down, and I push the button in excitement. Nothing. Push it again. Nothing. I push, push, push. Yes, we all know it doesn't work but who doesn't do it? I think, well, since the power button has been sticking, maybe that's it.

I pull EVERYTHING out and move it to a new case. Nothing. I pull out the new board and put in the old one. Nothing. Nothing will turn on at all. Check the power supply. It's dead too. At this point, I'm now sobbing all over the place. This is the last straw I can take. With school, work, the computer, the stuff at home, I can't take any more.

My hubby cancels his 5 day trip he was suppose to start tomorrow because so far the only computer that runs the program I need to use is his laptop. He cancels his trip. I feel so bad.

We are so past the miracle work of chocolate.

Why Programmers Make Big Bucks-----Sheesh!

If you know me, you'll realize that hearing this from me is very rare. Damn stupid computers!!!
Here it is..... I have taken two Visual Basic.6 classes. To get my Programming Degree, I need the Advanced VB.6 class. However, my school doesn't offer that this semester so to graduate for my second degree by May, I took Advanced Visual Basic.Net. That's .Net. Not 6.0 Very, very different beasts. Since my school doesn't offer this class, there is NO BODY to ask help from. And everyone leaves skidmarks when they leave.

Today: Since I bought new computer stuff, installed it last night, as my luck would be, I need an adapter to use my monitor......so...............my hubby leaves me the laptop when he goes to work, dropping the baby off at the sitters so I can write my programs before we have to leave at 2 for an appointment. Sounds like a plan, right? Remember my luck.

I have to write a class. Shouldn't be a problem, fairly easy thing to do. Riiiight...... I have to write a program that calls the calss. The stupid class won't take the name I give it. I rewrite it. I rewrite it. I rewrite it. It won't take the name and since it won't allow me to change the attributes, I can't erase the old ones either. Damn stupid computers.....

After doing this for an hour, I call the professor. Crying.... (must be close to that time of the month, who knows me to cry?) She tells me over and again that I'm doing fine in the class, to walk away. Yeah, I'm good at walking away from things. Soooo.... knowing full well she's right, I close the book. (she made me before I got off the phone, good woman) Then I do some housecleaning, start some laundry and thing, well, since there's no booze in the house, I'll make some tea.

Here I sit, checking emails with my book laughing at me. On top of it is a container of those marvelous Ferrero Rocher's, half empty. Guess that means the salads I've been eating for lunch are now cancelled.

I need to move right next door to my professor. She's a saint and a smart lady, but my lands....if I'm ever stupid enough to take an ADVANCED PROGRAMMING course ONLINE ever again .... someone shoot me!!

Adventures in Bunsky sitting!!!

Someone tell me if my son is normal. I can tell you this, my girls were NOTHING like this. My oldest was a climber. But Bun. My Lands! He's everywhere!

Nothing is safe. He has a fascination with EVERYTHING he shouldn't. Example: My jumpdrive. Now being the computer geek that I am, my jump drive is the titanium steel, withhold 1200 lbs, able to be in weather much colder than I will ever allow my anatomy, is Bun spit proof, 512 MB (Tim Taylor growl here) and holds my life on it.

From previous experience, I have learned not to leave this anywhere on Bun level so I placed it on top of some disks that I needed to return to school. On top of the table. On top of a stack of stuff. When this adorable child of mine managed to climb up on the chair, on the table and get this precious piece of machinary, I haven't a clue.

Being the woman I am with a class in an hour, I go into a panic. I pull all the toys out of the toy box, twice. Go through both trashes, (NASTY!)and found where he threw away his sister's hair brush, through his sisters' room, (found the other binky!!!) Now where did I find it. I go to school dishearted. I want my toy!

Where does my precious boy put it. In his diaper bag. I spent the day unnerved, it spent the day at the sitters. It was out of the house before I noticed it missing.