It's an 8.8

There's fear and then there's fear. Today, I experienced a 8.8 on the fear scale.

To explain, I must go back to this summer when my hardrive went kerplunk. Guess who hadn't backed up as if the sky would never fall? Guess who was the dingleberry (my mom's nickname for me )? Yep, me! So after throwing down my husband's hard-earned dollars , I was able to pay a ransom to a service to recover 90 percent of it. Northwest Hardrives, you saved my ass.

What was the other 10% you ask? Only my outlook calendar and email. AAAAAAAHHHHH!

Those who don't know me, don't realize I have absolutely no memory-short or long term- after having three kids. Add in the constant stressed part of my personality, and there you have it. A mommy form of Post-Traumatic stress syndrome a.k.a. Post Maternal 'Sycho Syndrome. I call it simply mommy brain on steroids. So what's left? One empty noggin of fluff. So I NEEEEED my calendar to tell me what to do. I write everything down, lest I forget it 10 seconds later. Daily I check my calendar because I never know what I am doing--even today? Yep, clueless!

Outlook Calendar is my god and I am, but it's humble servant. Then, one day, my god was gone. We won't go into my harrowing hell of teeth gnashing and hand wringing that ensued, but it was a very ugly period; it took weeks to come out of the darkness and recreate my madness of routine. In the end, my survival was hanging to the fact that all, but a few of my digital pics of my scruffigans were saved. Praise be Jesus! And, I learned how to back up some stuff.

However, I still larken back to those days of darkness and today, there was a excruciating close call. I...sneezed. I am a very big sneezer. I sneeze, according to C.G., at least in factors of three. So wuh? Well, I had a sneeze coming at the exact same time as I had a huge steaming to the brim mug of coffee poised above my laptop.

Sneeze one was stifled as I,with nerves of steel inched it from right to left hand. Sneeze two getting harder to stifle, I panic and move it less smoothly. Sneeze three uncontrollable, but I've made it to my desk without a splash. Mission completed, soldier. Whew! Crisis averted.

Really, you should see me sneeze while talking on my cell-u-lar while driving my 2 ton tank of an S.U.V. Now that's some excitement.

'lisciously scribed by Scout's Honor @ 7:52 AM