My laptop crashed last night and I got the dreaded "Blue Screen of Death". Fortunately I don't keep too much of great importance stored on my laptop, so I'm not hyperventilating or having major heart palpitations. Now if my desktop crashed...well let's just say it would be quite the traumatic experience. (Note to self: back-up desktop with an external hard drive-ASAP!!!)
I mainly use my laptop to work on papers for school. I also use it to surf the net and play. There's a good chance I'm going to loose some school related items from past semesters, but nothing I'm in dire need of recouping. I'm not even sure it's worth it to try and retrieve anything. I'm thinking it might be easiest to just wipe the hard drive clean and reinstall XP. If I choose that route, I think now is the time to crack open my laptop and add some RAM memory. It really needs a bit more anyway.
edited to add: It seems that the backup disks that came with my laptop-the ones with xp-have mysteriously disappeared. Grrrrrr. How the hell am I supposed to reinstall the os when I can't find the os?
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Bustin' out
I went to the mall today. (You know you're in the middle of a nasty recession when you visit a mall just a few weeks before Christmas, on a Sunday afternoon, and the crowds are no heavier than usual.) Today I was on a mission; I was hoping to buy a few new bras. I hate shopping. Bra shopping is particularly annoying. I can never seem to find anything that actually fits. As it happens, all of my bras are old and stretched out. I was getting a bit desperate. I've known for several years that I should get myself properly measured and fitted, but I've never known where to go. I know Macy's occasionally has fitters in their lingerie department, but when? I haven't a clue.
This afternoon I hit JC Penny first. My visit there was dismal and disappointing. I tried on 7-10 bras to no avail. Then I made my way over to Macy's. After half-heartedly, and a bit aimlessly, wandering the lingerie department a store employee walked by...a store employee who had a tape measure draped across her shoulders! "Excuse me ma'am. " I almost gasped. "Are you doing bra fittings?" It turned out that she was.
She pulled me into the fitting room. First she took the measurement for my band size. "34." She said. That sounded about right. Then she took the measurement for the cup size. "C." I thought I must have heard her wrong. She must have made a mistake, because I knew there was no way I would fill a C cup. I have rather small breasts. In high school and college (my first 2 years, immediately following high school) I didn't even fill an A cup. When I was nursing (I was the true 24 hour "Dairy Queen") I was a solid B cup, but Little Man was born almost 6 years ago. C cup?! That was just insane.
She saw the doubt etched across my face, so she measured once again and insisted I was indeed a 34 C. She kindly, but firmly, suggested I try on a few in that size. I figured I knew she was wrong, but I followed her advice anyway. Imagine my sheer surprise when I discovered that they fit! Shell-shocked and flabbergasted I tried on a 4-5 more in my new size and ended up buying 3. I'll probably go back in a week and buy a few more.
I drove home in a slight daze. 34 C isn't too shabby. My standard joke used to be that my bra size is triple-HA. (As in, "HA, HA, HA!") That joke just doesn't apply anymore.
This afternoon I hit JC Penny first. My visit there was dismal and disappointing. I tried on 7-10 bras to no avail. Then I made my way over to Macy's. After half-heartedly, and a bit aimlessly, wandering the lingerie department a store employee walked by...a store employee who had a tape measure draped across her shoulders! "Excuse me ma'am. " I almost gasped. "Are you doing bra fittings?" It turned out that she was.
She pulled me into the fitting room. First she took the measurement for my band size. "34." She said. That sounded about right. Then she took the measurement for the cup size. "C." I thought I must have heard her wrong. She must have made a mistake, because I knew there was no way I would fill a C cup. I have rather small breasts. In high school and college (my first 2 years, immediately following high school) I didn't even fill an A cup. When I was nursing (I was the true 24 hour "Dairy Queen") I was a solid B cup, but Little Man was born almost 6 years ago. C cup?! That was just insane.
She saw the doubt etched across my face, so she measured once again and insisted I was indeed a 34 C. She kindly, but firmly, suggested I try on a few in that size. I figured I knew she was wrong, but I followed her advice anyway. Imagine my sheer surprise when I discovered that they fit! Shell-shocked and flabbergasted I tried on a 4-5 more in my new size and ended up buying 3. I'll probably go back in a week and buy a few more.
I drove home in a slight daze. 34 C isn't too shabby. My standard joke used to be that my bra size is triple-HA. (As in, "HA, HA, HA!") That joke just doesn't apply anymore.
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