I did what our cable/internet company said and went out to buy a hub. A hub is a small box that you connect computers to, as well as a cable/DSL internet connection, and all the computers can share that connection. I connected both the family's and Andrea's computer to it, but for some reason, hers wasn't getting internet. I called Comcast and talked to the technical support guy. He seemed less than cheerful. After a few things, he gave up and said that our problem is out of Comcast technical support's area and to call our computer manufacturer. After much thinking and a day, I remembered that we were using cross-over cable because we weren't going to use a hub initially, but now that we have a hub, we need regular cable. I couldn't remember how long the cable was, but figured out I'd have to disconnect the cable and take it out and measure it. That's much easier said than done.

The hole through the girls' floor that is the same as the hole in the den ceiling was drilled by my dad and barely big enough to squeeze the network cable connecter through. In fact, I was amazed how he fit it through since I was having one heck of a time getting it back up. Once I finally got it through the hole, and the whole cable was in the girls' room, I felt like I achieved a lot, but that wasn't the half of it. I then followed it from the hole under Amy's bed to a hole in the wall on the other side of the room where it ran along the wall to the girls' closet and came out right at the computer. The small room where the cable went into is our attic space and is accessible through a very small door in their closet. Actually, there are 2 doors. The door in their closet goes to a tiny room, and another door there goes to 1 of our 2 attics. You have to be careful where you step because the only strong enough parts to hold your weight are the studs along the ground. To make matters worse, it was really hot, and the cable was stapled to the wall. My dad had done that, no doubt. Once I got it free from the many annoying staples and finally got it through the tiny hold in the wall and got it through the tiny hole at the door to the attic, it had been at least an hour. It had to be. I grabbed the 50-foot cable and threw it down the stairs and proceeded to stomp on it in front of my 13-year-old sister, Catie, and my mom.

Next I had to go buy a regular 50-foot cable at Radio Shack. I was going to buy that, stop by Scott's house, and then come home. I got the cable, got on the freeway, and took the wrong exit. Actually, I later discovered that Chris gave me too general of directions and left out a street entirely. I didn't know which street to go down and so I tried multiple ones and I never found the house he described. I got off the freeway onto Barger and it took me forever to find my way back to the freeway so I could get to Highway 99. Once I finally got there, I remembered he said to turn on the second light after Beltline crosses over Highway 99. Well, one of the lights was right after the overpass and I wasn't sure if he counted that as the first one or not since it was basically in the same place. If he counted that, then Prairie would be the second street. If he didn't count that, then Barger would be the second street. I went down both and didn't find any house like the one he described. It took a lot of stopping and turning around to get back to roads that were familiar. I really hate it when you're tired of going down streets and seeing no signs pointing to the one you're trying to get to, and when you finally get to the street, you don't see the sign in time to get in the right lane or stupid big trucks are in the way. I seriously need a missile-launcher on my car.

I didn't find his house and went home in defeat. I wasn't about to connect the cable today. I'll do it later. Later.