Bobbity-Boo, Baby

I’m not stupid enough to try to make anyone think I’m any smarter than I am.

I know just enough to be dangerous.  That is, to get myself into trouble I can’t get myself out of.

Take blogging for instance.

My blog was just down for 24 hours.

That normally wouldn’t bother me…… I mean…. there are like ten of you who just keep coming back. And so far, whether the blog is up or down – or the mojo is there or not -  y’all just keep subjecting yourselves coming back. (For which I am grateful…. because I have ten wonderful new favorite friends….)

Plus, I like to think of myself as a low-maintenance kind of gal who can roll with the punches when her blog goes down for 24 hours.

But bother me it DID, and I use that word modestly.  Anxiety is probably a better definition.

I hated that helpless feeling.  No one was answering phone calls, emails – nada.  I was LOOKING for someone to throw money at to get my blog back up in a hurry!

Again, nada!

The source of my angst?

I never look at my stats.  I just don’t really care.  Honestly.

But when my blog was giving me a bandwidth error message, I had to investigate…..

Turns out maybe I care more than I thought I did.

I’ve had 2700 hits this week (that’s about 2, 690 more than normal) thanks to Stumble Upon.

Yay for Stumble Upon!!

2700!!!!!!

Fifteen months of blogging and we’re finally getting somewhere…. throw open the gates, come one, come all………….

ONLY TO HAVE IT ALL CRASH!

And is there anything I can do about it?

No!  Because, again, for anyone who missed it earlier, I am just not as bright as I’d like to be. Try to keep up, please.

I am however, STUPID enough to rely on a friend who actually has a REAL JOB (she’s a smart cookie, she is) to help me with this crap.

I like to call her my Techy Fairy Godmother. Here’s why: (from a guest post I did on her blog last summer.)

So, I know you’re wondering how she got the name.

By dropping everything every time I call to fix whatever I’ve broken – or by redefining everything for me into single syllable words.

Heather is like, freakishly smart when it comes to WordPress. I’m not asking any questions about what I have done to earn her favor, but I am takin’ what she’s got to offer.

Bobbity-boo, baby.

Now, if there’s a fire in your house, you call 9-1-1 and have a realistic expectation that your tax money is going to prove useful. See, when you PAY for something, there are people (sometimes even strong, brave, hot men) who come rushing to your aid.  They can’t wait to save you.

But if you have a fire on your BLOG, you’re kind of at the mercy of your friend-with-a-REAL-JOB to be able and willing to drop everything for the crisis (which let’s face it, isn’t really a crisis at all) you think you are having.  The very one that will pay her NOTHING.

That’s her own fault of course, because despite every attempt I can make to PAY HER so that I can be demanding and high-maintenance as I want without feeling guilty, she’s a friend and a giver.

And honestly, no amount of money is likely worth having to deal with a demanding and high-maintenance Soliloquy, anyway.

I told you she was smart!

Well, one magic wave of her wand, and the ol’ blog was back up and running.  Not sure how she did it.  Or if she ever even knew it was down, for that matter….

Thank you, Techy Fairy Godmother!

To my 2,700 Stumble Upon readers….. please Stumble me again come back………

And to the faithful ten of you who keep coming back….. Stumble me, baby!  I’ll Stumble you back if you leave it in my comments.

I’m a believer!