holey moley!!! a ghost ship?

not again...damnittttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


while I was upstairs resting, I guess Isabella decided to play a game on my PC, which ended up causing a Trojan, which ended up wiping out my hard drive.  This is the first time I've had to deal with this...


My computer is a ghost!  Help!  If anybody has some serious advice, or a Mr. FixIt Solution, leave me a message. I can get to my email from this other work puter.  I am going to try to hit F10 to restore but I'm not sure that will work.  Like I said, if you can offer good advice, call me. 


I cannot find any of my programs, nothing, no word documents, pictures, absolutely nothing.  This is craziness.


I guess I'll be back eventually...if I don't miss me, k?

Ghost Games...

My Maine Coon, King Fuzz (aka Bubby), has a way of peculiar way of letting you know he's pissed off and he wants something. His plan of attack? Any piece of paper lying around. He will rip it up and just make noise till you say something. Not with his claws per se cause he's been declawed, but with this teeth...LOL...He did that earlier today. I turned around and said, "Bubby! stop that! and he just meowed, come over to me to pet him, and that was that.

A little while later I hear a rustling paper noise coming from my living room, so I go in to investigate, as Bella has some papers strewn about, some of which I don't want Bubby to rip up. That darn crazy cat. I expected to find Bubby weighing down and ontop of a few papers, ready to attack. However, what I saw was Bubby sound asleep on the couch curled up in a fetal position. He didn't even move when I walked in there.

If it wasn't him, what in critey sakes was it?

shhhhhhhh....don't ask what can happen next...

After the last week, and nearly two, I am beginning to think that anything crappy that can happen, will happen.  What now you ask?  Lemme tell yuns. 

First off, Yours Truly takes little Queenie and herself to get a haircut Thursday evening, only to come back, check in to see whats going on with work stuff since I have somebody on evenings to help manage, and to my surprise, there was an Antimalware thing on my computer?  Really? Where did you come from?  I can't even go off and leave this puter unattended and some damn virus pops up?  Who was on here, and where did they click?  shit, damn, fruckkkkk!!!!!!!...yeah.  My 19 year old ducks out of the house real quick, says she didn't do it, an automatic "I was on there, and it just popped up..." Yeah? If looks could kill...

Okay, I try to uninstall it?  Who installed it? Who the heck knows, its a big fat virus pretty much. I cannot delete it no matter what I do, until I attack it with my malwarebytes.  It deletes a bunch of Trojans obviously attacking my computer.   After running a quick scan, I do a full scan, and it finds nothing. Okay, great, I'm up ready to start my workday, and I notice my Microsoft Security Essentials scan did not run, so I try to run that, to no available, its not accessible; neither is my other programs...holey shiz, mother of Jeebeezussss!

I realize that without IT looking at my computer to figure out what they can do, its fruitless, so I have to go into the office, because there are 8 or 9 people who are depending on me everyday as management, also I am in charge of production, so I have to be available.  I don't have time to sit here and work on my HP all day long, even still try to figure out what I can do as I am not a computer expert, however not exactly clueless either.  If that isn't bad enough, when I get to the office, I don't have a puter there, so I have to use my boss' computer.  Then I can't access my email, have to use web email for work, and when IT is free in the mid morning, I rush home, let them on my home puter, and I was told that there is a "big" problem.  Even when we deleted programs, and tried to install them again, we still could not access them.  Yeah. 

So its back to the office to drag a computer back home.  Only to realize, its a piece of shit Gateway...not my baby, HP, and sin was never this slow.  Well, it worked for a little bit, I run to pick up Bella from the Y, and come back and its not working again. What in the world?  It takes me another hour and a half, a phone call, and talk about a day's frustration...yeah...

I've had my quota this week and last.  I wonder if its safe for me to really even go outside, much less cross the street!!!!!

And how has your week been?

OhMyGod!!!

Alrighty, okay, maybe my injury is not THAT bad... but it is comparable! because it couldn't hurt any worse, at least the snake has to let go, right? All I was doing was looking for a good picture that said ouch, and I found one, eh?! I don't think that was a kiss...

I raked my left middle fingernail trying to shut my garage door out back, after my hooligan in-laws came to get a blanket out of their crappy stash taking up room in my garage. The actual length of the nail was left intact (which I clipped off), however I have a big fat rip halfway across the nail and halfway down the nail itself. It hurts bad. Screams and potty words could be heard upon impact!

Even though my middle finger throbs like a motherhummer, in the back of mind lurks the faint memory of an ER visit in which I was having right big toenail pain, which I saw my family physician for and he passed it off as not looking infected; however I was contemplating a trip to New York City (which would involve a lot of walking), and still having problems with it which I never had before, so I went to have it checked out. The ER doctor said it was ingrown (you think the family doc would have known), and despite my stupidity of realizing just how much this procedure would hurt, I agreed for him to fix this. What I didn't realize was that he would sadistically and brutally numb my toe with numerous bee-sting needle pokes, and the pain that I suffered just to numb it, come to find out, was all in vain becuase I still felt every damn thing.

Yes, I do believe I have a high pain threshold as childbirth did not hurt as bad as that numbring ER encounter, I kid you not, and that doctor was lucky he didn't suffer any bodily injury. I was offered nothing before the brutal numbing began, believing it wasn't going to be that bad, but I was left shaking afterwards, and my toe was bruised beyond belief. My advice is that if you have anything wrong with your toenails, especially an ingrown, tell them you want to be totally knocked out! Therefore any visit to the ER for my newly acquired fingernail injury is entirely out of the question!

In my line of work, I need all my fingers equally... Nurse K? calling Nurse K, what can I do but ice and wrap it? and Dr. Grumpy would you call me in a fifth of Crown at the drug store? Will one of yuns write me an excuse for work tomorrow, too? I can see me emailing work tomorrow..."My middle finger hurts and has a temperature, and so does my head!" yep, after numbing that puppy with two or three Crown and Cokes...

ouch...shit...dammn...fruck...somebody kiss and make it better.