Computer Outage.....
So, my computer went down for the count. Actually, it worked fine except in a few areas - areas that I wanted fixed so I let my compter lady, 'Geeks For Hire - Vicki', take my laptop with her to her home and work on it whenever she can. I do this thing called indexing and I am addicted. They updated their program the first of September and ever since then, I haven't been able to get on. I called their 'helpful' elder/sister's computer specialists and they tried to walk me through downloading, unlocking my firewall, adding another version of Java, all to no avail and I could tell something was not right with my lovely green Dell. So, she has it for who knows how long and THEN I have to send it in to the Dell repair center for a new motherboard. I have had 2 installed already and they can't figure out why my power cord doesn't fit in tight enough to keep the computer powered up; we have to 'jimmy' the cord into the most contortionisht (DeWitt word) ways just to keep it on and powering. Crazy. Although, I will not speak bad about my computer - I have loved it!! And would buy another one just like it, if that were in the budget. Yeah!! I went bike riding this morning. I scoured the countryside for things to take pictures of and all I found was this:
Interesting right?! I think each of you need to make a story up about it and share it on my blog. Also, I wore high heels to church this Sunday. That was a high note for me (get it - high note-), sorry Dad joke. It has been nearly 9 weeks since my little accident and I always had to go to church in my flipflops. They are lovely flipflops but just didn't always to with the outfit very well.
Also, to not make my blog too boring, I am going to attach some old pictures that are here on Doug's computer. Shannon and Allan in a city of Mesa after school sports group.
And a funny pair of older siblings there just to tease them.
Interesting right?! I think each of you need to make a story up about it and share it on my blog. Also, I wore high heels to church this Sunday. That was a high note for me (get it - high note-), sorry Dad joke. It has been nearly 9 weeks since my little accident and I always had to go to church in my flipflops. They are lovely flipflops but just didn't always to with the outfit very well. 
4 comments:
Alford lost his toe tag when the police came to get his lifeless body from off the floor of the saloon and put him in the chilled private slot in the morgue. When they discovered their horrendous mistake they had to give him another toe tag. Now he in only known as John Doe. The End
Can't top Carrie's ha ha ha
However I never saw the name Alford till I was indexing.
But did he loose his toe in the
bedroom or the study or where?
As we can see, the handwriting is clearly male derived. While the loop on the 'd' threw me, the other letters are no doubt masculine. The tag paper of choice is nice... cream cardstock... 1970's I believe. The edges are worn, but the reinforced hole punch is strong. It's been through much.
Mr. Alford (yes, Alford is the LAST name Aunt Carrie.... amateur), was sitting at his office desk 26 years ago waiting for 5-o-clock to roll around. He had a business trip... a BIG one. He was to leave as soon as the work day was over. That morning his wife, Bonnie, had packed for him, then drove him to work. As he sat staring at his luggage, he noticed what had been bothering him all day long. Mr. Alford's luggage tag was missing!! Quickly, he dug through his drawers, manufacturing this beauty of a tag, Macgyver style.
It truly was flawless... except for one thing. When it came time for the attachment hook, he chose a staple instead of a paper clip. Big mistake. The staple's strength held longer than Mr. Alford thought.... longer than any of us thought. But eventually it failed him.
The beloved luggage tag, lost forever, in a green grave of grass.
Alford was betrothed to Beatrice. Beatrice was your typical kleptomaniac that while visiting friends and family would stash personal effects into her trousers. That doesn't have anything to do with the story but is still very important. Alford served in the military during the depression. Because of the monopoly Carnegie had over the steel industry the military had to make their "Dog Tags" out of reinforced cedar paper pulp. Then with a Black Sharpie that was readily available at the local supermarket, military personnel would write their name on their tags. Also because steel was not available to the military, soldiers had to make "Spit Wads" our of paper and would shoot them our of their guns. Unfortunately for Alford he suffered a gun shot to the ear lobe by a 200 mile an hour "Spit Wad". When Beatrice learned of his Alfords death she claimed "I am so mad I could just spit" which is where that phrase came from. Upon Alfords Death one of his tags was removed and given to Beatrice. Unfortunately this tag escaped the polyester pants of Beatrice during a recent stroll in the neighborhood.
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