Crash and Burn

A few weeks ago, my husband came to me with a sad face and a warning: "You are probably not going to like this."

grrrrreat.

He said that morning he had been online and then suddenly *insert crashing sounds* it SHUT DOWN. And wouldn't come back.

Yes, my computer died. Nay, crashed and burned.

We didn't know what the problem with the computer was, but I knew what the problem with me was: I had procrastinated. All of my personal photos from about July on (the birth of my son, my daughter's birthday party,) not to mention all of my photos from shoots were all at risk. Ironically (or not) I had thought about backing up all my photos the weekend before. But I was (and am) not terribly happy with the way I had organized them in the past, and I wanted to switch it up, go through, relabel them, and then put them on DVD's.

Then zip-zam-BOOM!!

Luckily it was our motherboard and our hard drive was untouched. In fact, everything looked exactly the same when we got it back (except for the font which now appears that a 97 year old man was the one fixing our system).

So guess what I will be doing this week?

Thaaaat's right: BACKING UP.

(Here is a clip that is all I could think of when I found out. "Backing up? Nobody talks about backing up. You've never used that expression. Apparently Everyone is seeecretly running home at night and backing up their work." And I love how he says "Oh you have a PC? Yeah you're not compatible!" A little computer pun. Awesome.)