I would love to post pics from this weekend of Trick-or-Treating! I took pictures of the cutest little Lucy in her lady bug costume with her candy bucket slung around her head like a trough. There was one of the lady bug driving her toy truck. There was even a pic of a construction lady bug wearing Daddy's hard hat and coloring at his desk at work.
Except. They no longer exist.
My hard drive fried. I lost everything on my computer. I learned a lesson today. A stupid effing lesson that I didn't want to learn. Nothing at all was salvagable. I went to the Apple store and wiped a tear when the fixit nerd broke the news. I asked if there were some specialist that I could talk to about getting my pictures. I don't care much about anything else. The pictures, though. Those were important to me. He said, "There might be, but it wouldn't do any good. You're not going to get anything off of here."
And then I listed everything else in my brain. The preliminary stuff for my business. I'm pretty sure my partner has all the same stuff saved somewhere. Taxes. I printed out copies of that. Ooooh. What happens to all the money I spent on iTunes? Crap. But those PHOTOS.
I feel like such a dumbass for not backing everything up. And I even THOUGHT about doing it. I have CD-Rs and DVD+Rs right here. Here on my desk. Within reach right now. Ready for me to back everything up! I'd think, "I'll do it next time I'm on. Or tonight when I'm not doing anything." I just never ACTUALLY did it. Which, just for the record, doesn't count even a little bit when it comes right down to it.
I didn't lose EVERYTHING. I mean, there are the pictures that I posted on my blog. There are the pictures I loaded onto Facebook. But the others. Oh, I'm going to miss those. The pictures of my brand new little baby. Video of her first squeaks getting washed in the hospital. Pics of my red, sweaty, crying face when I saw Lu for the first time. I didn't want to put these on the blog for everybody to see. Those were just for us.
I'll always remember those things. I've got that going for me, at least. And no grievous bodily harm was caused by the frying of the laptop. The house didn't burn down or anything. And from that lesson, I have an order number for an external hard drive that will prevent future heartbreak a in similar fashion.
It doesn't make me much less sad right now, though.