The Dog Ate My Homework or Why I Haven't Written in a Month

The Dog Ate My Homework.

I got my backpack stolen.

My mom and dad got in a huge fight last night and the cops came and I couldn't concentrate.

My dog died.
My computer wasn't working.

All classic homework excuses. But, only one was true... My netbook wasn't working.  Why?  I couldn't tell you as I view computers in the same way that I view vacuums.  I don't care how they work, so long as they do. 

But, one day, my netbook stopped working.  It simply powered on & then off.   I then took it to my computer guy who ran a sweep, changed the virus protection etc.  Then, it happened again and again and again.  This past month, my computer guy actually had my netbook more than I did.  Was it a virus?  Nope.  So, he changed the bios - don't ask me what they are because I have no clue.   We then researched the issue & learned that this was not an uncommon problem with netbooks.  The solution ..... to take off the battery, hit the power button for 20 seconds, plug in the a/c adapter & then, once the desktop loaded, to replace the battery.  I have no idea why, but it seemed to have worked.

So, now I'm back ......  I just hope that I didn't upset the computer gods by writing about my tales of woe.

My Ike Baby

Ralphie: Hey Curly, what all happens in a hurricane?

Curly: The wind blows so hard the ocean gets up on its hind legs and walks right across the land.

 

Key Largo (1948)
 
 
Born & raised in Miami Beach, I thought I knew hurricanes.  But, then on September 13, 2008,  I met Ike.   He rocked my world.  
 

• He blew kisses at me from afar - 110 MPH winds.  
• He put rose petals on my bed -  and a tree through my fence.   
• He knocked me up - OK, my husband did.   

 
So, here's to  you Ike.  If it wasn't for you and your gust-ful ways Houston's birthrate wouldn't have spiked in early June & I wouldn't have welcomed the birth of my son.