Technology Is My Friend?

On my last trip out of town, much to the amusement of the Offspring, my really cool phone was…er….given a drink of water.

This trip, there was going to be no carrying of the phone in pockets. The new camera was going to be carefully tended to. Smarts we have, and these smarts we were going to use.

There was fun with the Eldest Daughter ‘hacking’ the blog password. Not really so tough. See, I am not terrible creative with the password I use for the things that ‘really don’t matter’.

Seriously. I trust the Offspring. And we all had a good laugh.

And that afternoon, upon my return to the room from swimming with Grandbebe Girl, Youngest Daughter says, “I was just going to text Eldest to get your computer password so I can check my email…”

Haha, isn’t that funny! Texting the east coast from Utah, when I am 3 floors down...but no need now, see, because I was there, and I proceed to…not be able to get into my computer.

Computer says my password is wrong. Check caps lock. Try again. What the…

I don’t get it. Try try again. And again. And against all logic, continue to try the same thing over and over and over. (Because sometimes it does work with computers…unlike in real life…)

But, alas, to no avail. Something...corruptive...has happened and I am unable to get into my computer. I use the other computers available and do some searching for some solutions and am frustrated by what I find to be the solutions. Doable, but frustrating.

Going to have to wait until I get home. Probably going to have to do a recovery. Probably not a terribly big deal, but still….why is it always something…

Stupid password…stupid computers…stupid technology…that I love...

Seriously. In the hotel room? 3 laptops, 4 cell phones, and 5 cameras. Five cameras? Yes, five…3 point and shoots, and 2 dSLRS…mine and the even more brand frikkin’ new one the Sister’s Mister gave to her at lunch the day she came to see us…the 'big sister' of mine! (…I still cannot even believe that!)

Anyway. Upon my arrival home, I begin to tell Wonderful Guy the Sad Story, and he says, ‘well, start it up.’ So I did. And he sits down and starts to log on.

And as he does so, I remember…

My real computer password.

Not the one I tried forty seven times in a row convinced without a doubt that it was it.

Not the password I use for ‘most things that don’t really matter’.

That I tried to use over and over and over again.

Yes. I am that girl.

Then Wonderful Guy turns to me and says, ‘Anything else need fixin’?’

Maybe my head...