This....this was not a particularly good day

Excuse me for momentarily interrupting the Bowdren reunion story.  Today, and the last couple of days for that matter---just haven't gone really well.  Beginning with:

1) So I picked up my computer the other day from Best Buy after having it in for repairs.  You might recall it was....er...."dropped".  I get home, plug the thing in....and I got a particularly ominious message to the effect of :

"Physical memory wipe initiated.
 Physical memory wipe completed."

Anyway you look at it....that's not good.  So we go back to Best Buy to find out what in the Sam Hill has happened.  The tech at the Geek Squad says they have a name for what appeared on my computer screen that day:

THE BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH

Yeah, like I said....not looking good.  So late today I get the phone call that my harddrive has apparently begun to fail and the laptop is going to be..."shipped out".
UGH.  Followed of course by me having to pay to have Windows REINSTALLED.

That little bit of good news was followed by.....

Yesterday afternoon we get home from work and Kim is looking at the floormat in front of our refrigerator--noticing a stain.

"I hope one of the dogs didn't do what I think they might have done."

I have to admit, that would be pretty unusual because, as whacky as our dogs are....they don't do THAT particular thing.  Further inspection by my wife revealed the stain to be:

Water....as in......uh oh.

It was about that time that I opened the freezer and noticed that my popsicles (I like grape for the record) had turned into liquid syrup.  The wife and I load up the SUV and make the trek to Brandsmart.....and walk out with a new refrigerator that will be delivered on Sunday.....easy come, easy go---ya know?

Then, of course.....as some of you who read this little journal may have noticed.....the Notre Dame Fighting Irish.....uh......ahem......well......they did not play very well today.
People with larger vocabularies than mine refer to it as----
Well, even they refer to it as an ass whipping.  Pathetic.  Horrible.  All I can say is, thank God it didn't happen last week vs. Penn State or cousin Aileen would've been all over me like a cheap suit.  As if that weren't bad enough.....I showed my Notre Dame temper in the 2nd half.  Now mind you, I really have tried to change from the man I used to be--literally screaming at the television for 3 hours, allowing my emotional rollercoaster to eb and flow with literally every play.  So maybe, as my team was getting shellacked today, Kim expected them to come out.  So I flashed a bit of temper---it wasn't much....but it was enough.  I suppose I felt a bit like someone who had quit smoking being asked if what was happening had me considering a cigarette.....it wasn't, but the fact that I was asked the question annoyed me....which of course lead to the flash.  We sat down, after a somewhat chilly few minutes and talked about what happened (the whole "we sat down and talked" comment is what seperates Kim from my other wives by the way) and I found myself really wanting this day to end.

So we went out to dinner, started the car....and my satellite radio wasn't working.
And Kellie says from the back seat....

"Wow, I wonder if this is like the 3rd thing we own that's going to break.  Doesn't stuff like this always happen in threes?"

I'm happy to say I didn't flash my temper....I'm trying to be a better man....I'm trying to be a better husband and father....thank God she didn't offer a critique of the Notre Dame game....cuz that might have been rough.

Later,
Jeff

PS.....the Bowdren reunion will be completed manana....I swear....just not out loud.