When It Rains It Pours

Ever have one of those days where you wish you wake up and it's just a dream? dont you just hate those days?

1st of all I think I figured out where the term "waking up on the wrong side of the bed" comes from:
the "wrong side" is the side that the baby's crib is on. I dont think there's any worse way to start your day then waking up 1/2 hour before your alarm to deal with a screaming baby. -especially when you didn't fall asleep until 3am the night before.

which brings me to a side point: who came up with the saying "sleeping like a baby"? I want to meet that baby. seriously, in my experience babies wake up every few hours and often are woken up by the slightest noise.
the saying should really be "sleeping like a teenager" Teenagers sleep 15+ hours straight easily, (my personal bests: 18 1/2 hours straight or 22 1/2 hours in a 24 hour period) and it's almost impossible to wake them up.
(boy do i miss those days...)

OK back to the point.
so finaly I'm done with the baby (I dont remember exactly what happened, probably my wife finished with the other kid so I dumped him on her) I'm thinking to myself: ok, well the bright side is that things can only get better...

wrong.

do you know the feeling you get when you turn on your computer and something got messed up so bad that you cant even load windows? (I hope you dont and never will know)
B"H I have my computer set up in such a way that this not much of problem, really only a minor annoyance. (my OS and all my programs are on one hard drive, all my data on other drives. I have a image of the drive with the OS and just reformat it if i have any problems, other than a few minor settings that were set since i made the image I'm basically right back where I was.)
Of course it took a lot longer then it should've to restore my computer, but eventualy I did it. I load up windows and I start getting excited, thinking my problems are all fixed and I can finally get to work.

wrong again.

Well everything went well until I tried to check something on my external hard drive.

there's nothing that ruins your day like realizing you have 300 gig of corrupted data on your hands.
to make a long story short I spent an hour and a half running various utilities trying to fix the disk but all to no avail. I guess the bright side of it is that anything on there thats really important I have another copy of. other than 60 gig of music and similar stuff I think I'll be alright.

but you always need to look at the bright side of things: at least my day didn't get any worse after that...

Puppies are Biodegradable

I couldn't let an entire year go by without posting... I figured there's no better time to start then now...
(to CS and Wires: believe me now? I told you I'd get around to it one of these weeks!)

My sister was telling me about her shabbos in Philadelphia, apparently they have something there called "First Friday". On the first friday night of very month there's some big shindig in some artsy neighborhood where all the art galleries are open late friday evening and lots of people come hang out , look at the art etc. (after a quick search on google I see that it's not just philly, there seems to be a lot of these things going on) The local Chabad House sets up shop in the Jewish art gallery where they provide people with the opportunity to light Shabbos candles, hear kiddush, have a shabbos meal etc.
first of all, as my sister is telling me all this I'm thinking to myself "something is just not quite right with this name 'First Friday'" for some reason it seems to me to sound kind of christian. Apparently I was confusing it with "good friday" or more likely this is what you get when you mix good friday with the last supper. maybe we should throw in the second coming for good luck...
Anywho, on to the point. It seems that this event attracts a lot of the vegetarian environmentalist-animal rights-wackos, the following is an excerpt of a conversation my sister had with one of them: (why do i always miss all the fun)
"How can you eat that [the chicken]? it used to be alive"
"so? it's dead now. -and it tastes good!"
"yeah, but don't you feel bad? I mean it used to be alive"
"what about you? do you eat fish?"
"Yeah"
"well how could you? it used to be alive! don't you feel bad"
"no but its not the same because... [I forgot the excuse]"
"so what? it still used to be alive"
Typical. pick and choose when your self righteous rules apply and when not. Then go and complain when you find someone who doesn't follow them the way you like...

on to the biodegradable puppies: one of the galleries had an exhibit called "Puppies are biodegradable" some animal rights wacko exhibit about saving some dogs (or something like that). To be honest, I don't really have anything to say about the exhibit but as soon as I heard that name I decided it was going to be the title of my next post.

if it wasn't so late and I wasn't so tired and this post wasn't already so long I would go into a whole rant about animal rights wackos. but as it stands it's late, I'm tired and this post is already too long so I'm going to have to leave it for another time...