The Back Door Was Jammed

It is only by chance that you are reading my daily dose of crazy a new post today.

If the fate of  ‘From Inmates To Playdates’ were left up to yours truly, you would still be seeing Friday’s post about McDaddy’s heap (ahem! I mean, JEEP) and my trip to the gyno instead of this post about my technical support woes.

First, I need to start off by giving a shout out to the gals of Desperately Seeking WordPress, Heather and Cathy. Without them, I would have been be up the proverbial creek without a paddle. Because this blog? I know just enough about this blog to be dangerous.

Seriously.

On Friday evening, I clicked on the little update plugin button because it was time to update my plug-ins and that’s what you do when the time comes to upgrade the plugins. Seconds after that, I saw the words FATAL. and ERROR. pop up on my computer screen.

I mght have said FRIG because that’s what I say when I get aggravated and then I quickly left an e-mail for both Heather and Cathy pleading asking for their help.

Then, I ran up and down the halls of Facebook hollering for Heather because me and her?

We are friends on the facebook.

I wrote on her wall (I just love saying that!) and may or may not have played the fatal error card in my message.

Apparently, the fatal error wasn’t as problematic as it sounded but I’m sure that’s only because the geniuses at DSW are knowledgeable about fatal errors and ding dongs like me that cause the fatal errors and thankfully were able to quickly fix my problem. I had no idea how they were going to fix the problem because even though YOU could view my blog by coming in the front door as you do everyday, Iwasn’t able to get in the back door to post anything. In other words, the back door was jammed. I was already thinking about what I would call my new blog because I was sure this one was done.

What with fatal errors and all.

I assumed the girls would need access through the back door to fix the problem and I knew they couldn’t get in the back door.

Luckily for me and my eight loyal blog fans, there is a side door that I had no knowledge of.

And Heather and Cathy have access to the side door. And if they have any sense at all, they will not give me access to the side door because I would probably jam it up too!

SO!

All is well in Inmateville. We are happy and smiling again.

Sheesh. It reminded me of the time I got the bright ideato sort all of my photobucket pictures into files. I thought it was a wonderful idea until I discovered that moving the pictures was the same as erasing them from ANY PLACE YOU HAVE EVER USED THE PICTURES before you got the bright idea to move them.

It took me the better part of three days to replace each. and. every. stinkin. picture. I. have. ever. used. since. beginning. this. blog. in. November. It was a real headache. My old blog over at mySpace is still full of white boxes with the photobucket message – image has been removed – because the urge has not hit me to replace all of those since creating that disaster.

So, as you are perusing my daily dose of crazy, you should be aware that there is a lot of work involved in maintaining my sanity this place than what it appears. I have an appreciation for and envypeople who are tech savvy. I’m not sure which line I was standing in when the tech savvy was handed out.

I must have been in the fabulosity or quirk line.

Or too busy talking to even realize I should have been in a line.

At any rate, I’m thankful that Heather and Cathy got my back door open. I pushed and pushed but I couldn’t get it open.

Sometimes all you need to get the door open is a key.

Happy Monday, y’all.

Tagged as: Fabulosity, Quirks