That's the prayer I keep saying to myself as I sit here fuming mad. Last night, I thought I had a poltergeist in my house. Several freaky things happened one of which was the computer royally acting up. Hubby has been saying for awhile that he needs to 'clean up' the computer. In layman terms, that means delete everything from the hard drive and then readd it. Since it also acted up for him, he decided to tackle that task. We have 3 hard drives: our c drive with all our programs, d drive where I store all my pictures/music, and an external hard drive where I'm supposed to store all that stuff in case of hurricane or fire emergency. He knew that I hadn't moved everything over yet. To be honest, I forget it's there since you have to manually turn it on.
So, I am at Gringo's my absolute favorite Mexican restaurant eating lunch with a friend. My hubby NEVER calls me when I'm out. Ever. So, I'm sitting there enjoying the company and my yummy green sauce when I hear his ringtone. "Uh, hey, um, you copied all your pictures onto cds or into the external drive, right?" he immediately says. "No, you told me not to worry about copying everything over right now and I've got some of the pictures copied over," I anxiously respond. What follows isn't revelant, mainly a bunch of naughty words. For whatever reason, to fix the c drive, hubby DELETED the d drive thinking it was just JUNK sitting there. JUNK!! I just hope Gringo's isn't forever ruined for me.
Hubby immediately downloaded a recovery program. It looked like most of the pictures were recovered and most of the music. I had over 2000 songs so there is no telling what I'm missing and what I'm not. I *think* this year's cross country/track for Lamb and little league for Bear are recovered. However, from what I can tell, this year's Astros did not. That means Jeff Bagwell appreciation day, gone. Craig Biggio's day after 3,000 hit, gone. Photo Day? Yep, gone too. As we were copying the pictures over, we had a power surge. Yep, all gone again. Hubby was frustrated, I was frustrated and together that's not a good mix. We are leaving it alone until Hubby comes home from work.
sorta update: I was able to load my jukebox (can't listen to the songs as they are 'broken links' but I was able to print out my music library (49 pages!) so I'll at least know what songs I have and what songs I don't. I'm trying not to stress about the pictures.
I ♥ my husband...I ♥ my husband...I ♥ my husband...I ♥ my husband...I ♥ my husband