Back on the grid
After several days of fretful Weblessness, I'm happy to report that the patient lived. I had to wait until last Friday before our Tech Doctor was back at his desk, but he quickly diagnosed that my laptop's motherboard was corrupting the hard drive. You hear that, ladies? The motherboard, so named apparently for its progenitive, nurturing, and protective nature, tried to go all Medea on my data. All our lives the techies have told us to back up our data, print things out, etc., because you Just Never Know. And we do it, when we remember, until a near-death experience like this one gets you religion. So my next project is to make my hard-copy photo scrapbook, before Livia Soprano puts a hit out on my kids' birthday pictures.
When it came time to see the Tech Doctor, I was still on vacation. Which means our sitter Bridget was also still on vacation. So after I dropped Robert at kindergarten, TwoBert and I went up to Meet The Coworkers. I normally like bringing my kids to work, because their darlingness reflects well on me. "We are proud to employ this man," they think, "because his children have a blinding charisma that burns my retinas, yet I cannot look away." But after I dropped off the PC, we ran into the Big Kahuna, Queen of the Whole Shooting Match, who knelt down to throw her arms around little TwoBert. And he responded by slapping his backside and yelping, "I like my butt!"
See, we're in a huge brother-worship phase right now, and Robert's glutes dominates his daily discourse. Naturally, TwoBert is along for the ride, singing the praises of rumpophilia at every opportunity. I find myself torn between 1) riding it out and 2) actively telling my children to please-for-the-love-of-Mike STOP with the butts already, but lately it seems like the latter is a losing battle. Especially when our Tech Doctor, the man who saved me from a life of churning my own butter, is a native of Hong Kong named ... and I am not making this up ... Mr. But.
there is an orthodontist in town named Dr. Butt.
I wonder if every appointment starts with "Okay, I'm Dr. Butt. Just laugh now and get it done with. Okay? are you finished?"
Posted by:shirky | January 08, 2008 at 11:47
You're looking at this all wrong.
TwoBert could have told Ms Big Kahuna that he liked HER butt.
Posted by:kidsmom | January 08, 2008 at 13:41
That totally occurred to me. I was especially thankful he didn't try to spank her flank.
Posted by:LOD | January 08, 2008 at 14:45
I'm thinking there's a Medea/media pun just waiting to be born. (Happy New Year to you and yours, LOD.)
Posted by:Asha Dornfest | January 08, 2008 at 15:05
THAT was an especially hilarious entry. Thanks, and glad you're back all doctored up.
Posted by:WhatsAnotherWordForPirateTreasure? | January 09, 2008 at 01:19
My GYNECOLOGIST is named Dr. Butt.
Posted by:Sheila | January 09, 2008 at 08:17
I knew a GYN named Dr. Beaver. Absolutely true!
Loved this post. Kids, with their one-liner zingers keep us feeling alive don't they?
Posted by:Moxie-Mom | January 09, 2008 at 08:26
My inlaws had a wallpaper guy named MR HANG.
Posted by:E | January 09, 2008 at 10:19
Could be worse:
http://www.blindoptic.com/mike/uploaded_images/dingleberry-743848.jpg
Posted by:croutonboy | January 09, 2008 at 11:40
Get carbonite for your PC backup. NPR recommended it; it's cheap; and it backs up everything via the internet. I have not relatonship to this company, just want to keep my son's pictures forever.
http://www.carbonite.com
Posted by:Anita | January 09, 2008 at 21:12
Get an external hard drive that plugs in to your USB port and backup that way. It's so cheap these days. Set a reminder to do it once a week.
Hardware, especially laptops, fail far more often then desktops. Avoid Vista for at least another 6 months.
Unemployed expat geek in Germany.
Happy New Year LOD.
Posted by:techy | January 10, 2008 at 02:19
I guess the maternal instinct is not a sure thing. Glad you found a surrogate. I knew an ob-gyn resident named Odie Payne. I'm not kidding.
Posted by:Martialartsdiva | January 10, 2008 at 09:29
I've only just found your blog, very funny!
Posted by:Asphodelia | January 10, 2008 at 10:36
This butt conversation will last until 5th grade. It will not go away or subside for approximately 6 more years.
I'm sorry.
Posted by:Value wIT | January 10, 2008 at 22:42
Not only that, Value wIT, but it'll come back sometime around their freshman year of college. ;)
Happy Delurking Day!
Posted by:Jaynee | January 10, 2008 at 22:45
Oh that is a great post.
I echo the USB hard drive as a backup unit. I've got one and a weekly backup happens automatically. i don't even think of it. I check it every so often, just to make sure it's still chugging away, but I've lost valuable data before http://dadventure.ca/2005/10/25/yep-we-were-down/
Posted by:Clint | January 18, 2008 at 19:21
My 10 year old and her friends still think that butts, farts and poop are the funniest things EVER. This has been going on for at least five years and shows no sign of stopping. [sigh]
Posted by:Libby | January 18, 2008 at 19:38