I'm soooo excited

Some might remember my anguish, my deep blue funk, my irritation, and my rants about how my brand new computer went BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH on me THREE times, and on the last agonizing blip, it took my favorite story with it into the dark world of circuitry and code? Well, on a whim I hauled that computer down to a big box stationary, repair and supply store, and they said, "Why sure mamn, that sounds perfectly reasonable, and strange, and valid and we have faith we can fix or at least recover it for you."

I might have kissed a total stranger were I not such a pessimist, but let's just say I felt hopeful. The computer went back to the factory, was gutted, restuffed, and my data (the story included) gone somewhere into the land of bits and pieces.

When I returned to the store the clerk handed me my perfectly functional computer with a smile but I paled. I said, "Where is my data? Where is the information that I wanted? Oh Woe! Oh Panic! Please don't tell me you have forgotten the VERY thing I paid for, the thing that made me hope once more?" (over dramatic, eh ;)

It was their turn to pale.

There I was with a $600.00 computer and all I wanted was my story. That story was worth more to me.

The clerk stammered, fidgeted, paused, and then a light bulb came on. He begged me to wait, then raced into the back room. (unfortunately we were standing next to a display of Easter candy and my son and I entertained ourselves with too much sugar in the meantime) (yes, Easter candy is already out in the stores, GROAN)

When he reappeared, he handed me a disc saying they kept a copy on their hard drive. That made me pause. My dirty spanking story is burned into this store's computer and my old hard drive is somewhere in a dumpster with other reject hard drives, Breathing, breathing, I can live with that. I can.

So I get my disc home, moved the files into my current old computer and it up and tells me I just installed the same old virus that killed off my first old computer. SERIOUSLY!!


My husband was watching me from a few feet away and later he admitted it was quite a show, lol. Apparently I'm rather vocal when agitated.

Okay, so I had a virus to tangle with, and then the file I wanted was broken and couldn't be read, and then a virus that surly would eat the brain out of my working computer had just nested in its circuitry. Yes, that's right, broken. I paid $80.00 for the data, and $40 to repair the computer (cheap!!) and I had nothing, (but a virus).

Or so I thought.

I wailed, (not cried, just frickin wailed), then the computer said, "Oh what the heck, we decided we could fix the virus after all. False alarm."

Uh, okay.

But I still didn't have a story.

Then, after doing a wee bit more reading I saw this little thing that said "You can still fix this, if you just remember to breathe (you idiot)" Okay, It didn't call me an idiot. "All you have to do is click on the icon thingy at the top left, click open, then select the file you want and then at the bottom, where it says open again there is a little arrow that drops down and list and where it says open and REPAIR! click on that!!"



I have my story. I have my story. I have my story! I have my story!

and I dance off into the sunrise! I have my story! I have my story!.....