Wouldn't it be nice if we could go to our own system restore site, press restore to an earlier point, click go, wait a minute, and VOILA !!!
At least it seems to have worked on Bob's Toshiba !
we'll see when we attempt to print; or write something in WORd and it freezes....
Saturday, September 1, 2007
My unhappy child
Evangeline is my unhappy child - she wants to be happy - she doesn't know what happy looks like..............
When you think about her - would you pray for her........she is in a pit.
I have been reading Beth Moore's new book. The title is: Get Out of that Pit - this book lept off of the table at WalMart and plopped itself into my cart. And it wouldn't get out - that is until I paid for it and took it home
That is kind of like what being in a pit is. You don't get out until you are paid for - redeemed - and you can't do it...........and the harder you try - the deeper in you get.
I remember being in Denver at Christmas one year - actually - we were only in Denver at Christmas once - and it wasn't for a year. The deepest desire of Evangeline's heart was not only to "See" snow - but to experience it. SO we took off - packed our two teenagers, Michelle, and her three little ones, into an rented SUV - and after a brief stop at Target - attempting to purchase snow equipment - like a Saucer thing - we were off to the mountains. And we hit SNOW - snow coming out of the sky - and it was getting down right scary - so we pulled over next to a very tall hill - and decided we would have our experience there.
The snow was fresh, and not packed down, and there was a lot of it. Evangeline lept out of the car and into the snow, and with two steps into the climb, she was up to her waste in snow........and she couldn't pull herself out Someone had to pull her out, the harder she tried, the more effort she put forth, the stucker she got.
That is where she is now, STUCK, and the person she is trying to pull out of his own pit - is stuck too, and so the picture just baffles my mind. What is scarier - is that I am in my own pit - but I think that I should be able to at least talk her out of her pit, tell her where to put her feet on the slime icky wall - and how hard she should be working, which only generates more slime.............and ickiness, and she is more stuck than ever. But believe you me, I am cheering her on..........she gets an atta girl - pull a little harder - try putting your foot a little farther to the left - no I mean right - the right foot more to the right and turn your toe just so, and out your left hand exactly parallel to your right ear - there you go - perfect position - that should
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t .
.....
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Guess I was wrong.
How do I let her stay in her pit - until she looks up to the only pit lifter outer that we have - and at the same time - focus on my own gaze....
after all - I have superior peripheral vision...................I can see her and me - and GOD - can't I?
Do I call her and tell her that I love her?
Do I rant and rave and plead with her to return to her safe, more tastefully decorated pit in GA - rather than in the tight, hot, unsafe pit in FL? Which pit would I rather her be in?
Now there is something for me to think about - as if I don't have enough stuff clogging up my brain.
When you think about her - would you pray for her........she is in a pit.
I have been reading Beth Moore's new book. The title is: Get Out of that Pit - this book lept off of the table at WalMart and plopped itself into my cart. And it wouldn't get out - that is until I paid for it and took it home
That is kind of like what being in a pit is. You don't get out until you are paid for - redeemed - and you can't do it...........and the harder you try - the deeper in you get.
I remember being in Denver at Christmas one year - actually - we were only in Denver at Christmas once - and it wasn't for a year. The deepest desire of Evangeline's heart was not only to "See" snow - but to experience it. SO we took off - packed our two teenagers, Michelle, and her three little ones, into an rented SUV - and after a brief stop at Target - attempting to purchase snow equipment - like a Saucer thing - we were off to the mountains. And we hit SNOW - snow coming out of the sky - and it was getting down right scary - so we pulled over next to a very tall hill - and decided we would have our experience there.
The snow was fresh, and not packed down, and there was a lot of it. Evangeline lept out of the car and into the snow, and with two steps into the climb, she was up to her waste in snow........and she couldn't pull herself out Someone had to pull her out, the harder she tried, the more effort she put forth, the stucker she got.
That is where she is now, STUCK, and the person she is trying to pull out of his own pit - is stuck too, and so the picture just baffles my mind. What is scarier - is that I am in my own pit - but I think that I should be able to at least talk her out of her pit, tell her where to put her feet on the slime icky wall - and how hard she should be working, which only generates more slime.............and ickiness, and she is more stuck than ever. But believe you me, I am cheering her on..........she gets an atta girl - pull a little harder - try putting your foot a little farther to the left - no I mean right - the right foot more to the right and turn your toe just so, and out your left hand exactly parallel to your right ear - there you go - perfect position - that should
d
o
i
t .
.....
............................
Guess I was wrong.
How do I let her stay in her pit - until she looks up to the only pit lifter outer that we have - and at the same time - focus on my own gaze....
after all - I have superior peripheral vision...................I can see her and me - and GOD - can't I?
Do I call her and tell her that I love her?
Do I rant and rave and plead with her to return to her safe, more tastefully decorated pit in GA - rather than in the tight, hot, unsafe pit in FL? Which pit would I rather her be in?
Now there is something for me to think about - as if I don't have enough stuff clogging up my brain.
my love hate relationship with computers
I hate computers - I am shouting this..........
I hate MY computer........and Bob's.
I spent some money on having my lovely little Dell Computer tuned up. Unfortunately, it is running badly - faster - then it did before the tune-up. I have resisted returning to the fix it shop - because Bob's computer has been behaving badly - and I thought that we should at least have one computer in the house............
He decided that we could uninstall everything and use the reinstall disc that came with this piece of CRAP - and so that is what we have attempted to do - it has not worked, and I want to take the 22 gauge shot gun and the computer out onto the driveway and put it out of my misery.
Un-fortunately - we do not own a gun. I have uninstalled some key components though - and although that has been accomplished - the reinstall does not identify the document viewer that it needs.
We went to look for a new desk top last night - and were astounded at the price of a new desk top - one that I can't even put on my bed and play spider solitaire.
I am writing this on Bob's broken computer though - and so I love it.
I love my laptop - it is small, easy to carry, light weight - and I know it - correction - knew it. After the tune-up - the cursor jumps around in the document so that I am typing away - and discover that I have created yet to be written, or spoken for that matter, language. It is liked the machine is possessed. It is now frozen in the Windows Icon screen and REFUSES to respond to any button, CD; DVD; or smack that I inflict upon it.
Resolution - I will return to the fix it shop - burst into tears, beg for his mercy, and then resolutely insist that he restore it to it's previously poorly operating status, at least it worked. I hate my computer.
I hate MY computer........and Bob's.
I spent some money on having my lovely little Dell Computer tuned up. Unfortunately, it is running badly - faster - then it did before the tune-up. I have resisted returning to the fix it shop - because Bob's computer has been behaving badly - and I thought that we should at least have one computer in the house............
He decided that we could uninstall everything and use the reinstall disc that came with this piece of CRAP - and so that is what we have attempted to do - it has not worked, and I want to take the 22 gauge shot gun and the computer out onto the driveway and put it out of my misery.
Un-fortunately - we do not own a gun. I have uninstalled some key components though - and although that has been accomplished - the reinstall does not identify the document viewer that it needs.
We went to look for a new desk top last night - and were astounded at the price of a new desk top - one that I can't even put on my bed and play spider solitaire.
I am writing this on Bob's broken computer though - and so I love it.
I love my laptop - it is small, easy to carry, light weight - and I know it - correction - knew it. After the tune-up - the cursor jumps around in the document so that I am typing away - and discover that I have created yet to be written, or spoken for that matter, language. It is liked the machine is possessed. It is now frozen in the Windows Icon screen and REFUSES to respond to any button, CD; DVD; or smack that I inflict upon it.
Resolution - I will return to the fix it shop - burst into tears, beg for his mercy, and then resolutely insist that he restore it to it's previously poorly operating status, at least it worked. I hate my computer.
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