Our computer is clogged and won’t let me upload photos.
(Ironically, the brand-new high-tech thingy that my husband got me is a camera.)
Our main floor toilet is clogged and won’t let us…well, you know.
(My husband has yanked it out for a totally thorough, totally gross inspection. The main floor bathroom looks like a war zone.)
My brain is clogged because I am spoiled rotten and am used to life a certain way.
(Pray for me. I’m so pathetic.)
Anyone know a computer geek who moonlights as a plumber?
Updated the following morning to add:
My husband found the culprit(s) in our toilet: two little pieces of CPC that were doing their best to pull a Gandolf. “You shall not pass!” they had been saying, for approximately the past 2 weeks. We’ll see what their eviction does for the morale of our toilet.
The resident computer geek (again, my husband) ran some sort of program on our computer and things are working fairly well. One problem remains: I still can’t upload photos! I was able to upload a couple of photos this morning but it took 3 times as long as it normally does. Is this a problem with Blogger or with me? (I’d tell you not to answer that, but in truth I need to know.)
Husband has done some plumbing (replacing sinks and toilets) and is a total computer geek and that’s why I love him. Call us if you need to!
I hate it when stuff like this happens because I always think it’s God’s way of showing us our attachment to something (uploading photos) by taking it away. Ack! I was laughing SO hard at the “You shall not pass!” comment…ah, I can never watch that part of the movie again without thinking of this post. What if your toliet starts to sound like Ian McKellen? LOL!
I had a heck of a time uploading photos last week. I finally gave up. I was able to eventually, but haven’t tried in the last four or five days. It may not be your computer!
We’ve had both. I fall to pieces if my computer breaks or my toilet breaks. I think you should look for a deeper meaning to all this. I bet you could come up with something quite amusing.
Jenn said: I think you should look for a deeper meaning to all this.
I say: how much deeper can you get than a Playmobil Viking helmet that’s clogged an entire toilet?
Or should I be comparing my uploading problems to my downloading ones? 😉
I’ve also had a heck of a time uploading any pictures — it takes about three times as long as it normally does. I think it’s something with Blogger, but that’s just my opinion.
Oh my goodness. I think I just about choked on my coffee with the Playmobil Viking helmet comment. LOL!
My husband fits your description. Here he was last year unclogging our toilets: http://thisblessedmess.blogspot.com/2007/01/toilet-humor.html
(someday I’ll figure out and remember how to leave a direct link in a comment)
I haven’t had many pictures to upload, lately, but I always resize them or it takes forever…maybe your new camera takes much bigger pictures than your old one (?)
“You shall not pass”….Margaret, you are hilarious! :))))) My husband has taken the toilet off several times in the past 22 years for reasons like…a popsicle stick across the opening – he only allowed liquids by..he refused all solids. Then there was the toothbrush…only an idiot (yes, my hand is raised – I did it) would (even accidently) flush a toothbrush down a toilet. The neck of a commode is not made for the straight handle of the toothbrush. Growing up I remember one of my brothers putting a potato down the toilet…major trouble…and then there was the very slim canning jar lid incident (I didn’t do it). My poor father worked very hard to remove that lid. He had the toilet in the backyard for this job.
Whoa, I’ve had NUMEROUS encounters with the devilish CPCs finding their way mysteriously into my toilets. The stories are almost legendary (at least two events in every house we’ve lived in). The last one was a pillar from the “B.C. Builders” set my 3 year old HAD TO HAVE. We never got it, or the tightly wedged, plumber’s, toilet snake out of that one. We had to pull the whole thing out and buy a new toilet. We bought one with the pull-up flusher and THAT foiled the little, flush happy boy for quite a while.