I’ve been slacking. I know- but I promise lots of good stuff to come. In the meantime, I thought I would entertain you with some of my classic randomness.
Last night my good friend Carol and I hosted a cocktail party/diaper drive at The Affinia50 Hotel here in NYC supporting Help A Mother Out and Baby Basics. (More on that to come! )
It was going to be a big day in NYC, as I needed to be at the event early to help set up and also had work to squeeze in.
So once again, in an effort to find some calm and balance in my day (Cause God love me, I do try)… I made a plan.
I planned out my sitters. I planned my commute. I planned out our raffles for the night. What I didn’t plan?
My IPhone giving me “The black screen of death”
“The black screen of death? O! Thats crazy talk, Corine. Everyone knows all Apple products are perfect!” …right? …. wrong! The Apple black screen of death sports a taunting silver Apple logo that refuses to go away and may just give me more nightmares than The Blair Witch Project did in college. Apparently, this screen means the phone needs a “hard reset”- or so I learned 5 minutes before walking out the door when I realized my phone was playing dead.
That haunting Apple Logo was only matched by the twirly pinwheel going round and round and round on my Mac as I tried to get answers online and leave for the city. 
((HELLO– Steve Jobs? Didn’t you get the memo about tonight’s event? … Or did you miss it and are you purposely trying to piss me off because you heard you were missing out on our swanky cocktail party?.. cause really, all you had to do was ask- this is unnecessary.))
((SIGH)) Finally, like the true but not exactly certified Apple Support Tech I married, Mr.Complicated called and walked me through scary screens like this one:
And all the good was restored to my complicated world… til I was getting gas and went to call Carol… what’s this ? … NO CONTACTS?!? FML.
“Thank God for Tweetie”, I thought.- I’ll just DM her… but wait.. NO Twitter. Arrgh. ITunes?.. GONE… Pictures??.. GONE.
Everything wiped out- Completely.
There was a backup on my computer- but in the meantime I was headed into NYC- practically naked. Thankfully, through the power of twitter- I was able to get Carol’s number from a mutual friend and The event and the rest of the night ran both successfully and smoothly.
Until, it was time to go home and time for me to morph back into “Classic Complicated Mama” where one wrong turn took us on a 15 minute tour of Queens… or The Bronx. I’m not really sure where I was to be honest, but I know I was not in front of, or close to any one in the our car’s home.
My point here ladies and gentleman, (and yes- I do have one) … this day– these things… can go down in history as reason #4563 – for why I am “Complicated Mama”.
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