& a pity party……!

First, the good stuff: THIS is my 300th post. What I really wanted for such a milestone (said rather wryly) was some pithy piece of prose that would move heart, soul, mind and body–short, direct, and memorable, the way all good blogging should start…and finish. Instead what you’ll get is an invitation to toast the occasion avec moi, teetotalers or imbibers, an offering for you both.

Alas (you KNOW you’re in trouble when someone uses THAT word!), I am frustrated and not at all in a celebratory mood. In fact, I feel like a child and would like to, with hands on hips, stomp my feet, poke out my bottom lip….and WHINE!

Sadly, regrettably, tearfully, I have had to revert to my boring, standard (sorry e-mom & Malissa!) OLD template in order to be able to publish and view anything. I am waiting on Susie to fix whatever is making my blog VERY, VERY SICK!

Willowtree noticed my blog feed was no longer being read in Bloglines; new posts don’t show up. After taking a look at it, Dr. Pete determined there’s something screwy with my template. I probably did something to mess it up–I’ve been TRYING (but to NO STINKIN’ AVAIL! >:( ) to export my archives to a few other blog hosts. I don’t wanna jump ship on Blogger til that’s done. So far, I haven’t been able to successfully export anything and I have the techies at Squarespace and Typepad working on it
(r i g h t).

As y’all know, making blog changes takes time…and energy. By the time I have seconds minutes hours SUCKED from me, there is none left (time or energy) to read or write much of anything. “Life” can be a four-letter word but so can “blog”. Blog traffic is almost non-existent (hugs & kisses for those of you continuing to check in) and I have lost my status as one of the top comment whores committed commenters.

And then there’s this: remember that home improvement project I mentioned right after we got back from Florida??? It is becoming the NEVER-ENDING bathroom renovation, and although once excited, especially when it began taking shape, I’m sitting on the edge of nothin’. Really, truly, I cannot wait to show you before and after pictures, the circa 1980 wallpaper is enough to put a smile on your face. The shower is now large enough for me to shave my legs without my backside touching the back wall, which is a good thing, for some reason that just grosses me out (I’m thinking invisible mold, mildew or soap scum osmosing into my pores or something…are there pores on your backside??) .

But……..there are problems. THANK GOD Thomas was watching cartoons Saturday morning. He noticed water dripping from a light (our bathroom is directly above our den). He told Tad, and Tad discovered a leak in the walls of the shower :/. He cut off the water, but then we left to go out of town overnight. When we got home, the grout line was cracked at the shower’s threshold and around the top row of tile. 🙁 Did you just hear the pin prick popping my largely inflated balloon? You should have. The upside is the water could have continued to run for another 24 hours, and I can only imagine the damage done then. No, I take that back, I CAN’T/WON’T imagine that, all I can see if I do is a pile of tile-turned-rubble, and there’s no sense in going there.

Today while I was once again fooling around with transferring PENSIEVE, I got this error from Blogger:

As with many powerful tools, blogging services can be both used and abused. The ease of creating and updating webpages with Blogger has made it particularly prone to a form of behavior known as link spamming. Blogs engaged in this behavior are called spam blogs, and can be recognized by their irrelevant,repetitive, or nonsensical text, along with a large number of links, usually all pointing to a single site.

It thinks my blog is spam :(!
S P A M! (which rhymes with dam! or bam! enough said…) My blog is no longer blog-worthy, read-worthy, feed-worthy. Noooooooo, it’s little more than tripe…pork shoulder and ham. I have to WORD VERIFY even to write a post while it investigates my “status”. Sheesh! That’ll do a number on ya if you’re in a very fragile state. My psyche might be permanently damaged.

I would love to rant some more, but I’ve got to go power clean…company’s coming. Yep, gotta cook that 12-lb dead bird (at least wringing its neck and plucking feathers has already been done for me), I’ve already made a SPECTACULAR sour cream pound cake, my (IMveryHO) BEST APPLE PIE IN THE WORLD will be made–and photographed–tomorrow, and I’ve got to figure out how to make a dozen side dishes with one oven.

Gee, does this post NOT sound like me or what? I think I need a little

to go with that

😀 Happy Thanksgiving, y’all. Who knows if and when I’ll be back! (This isn’t a cryptic farewell post, I ain’t going without a fight…but I really will be tied up the next couple of days, so if I can sneak away, you might see me again…if not, much peace and life to YOU!).

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