technology. so fickle.

Yesterday afternoon I pretty much had a heart attack.

I innocently decided to stop over at...ya know...my own blog. So I clicked on my little shortcut thing. And then this happened:

And um...yeah...NO I DID NOT. This blog was not removed-- not by me, anyway! And who else would even care about it enough to bother trying? WHERE DID YOU GO, BLOG??!! My heart dropped through the floor. So I closed out the window, tried again.

No dice.

I clicked the link that says "I can't find my blog on the Web, where did it go?"

Here's a tip: Those tips suck. They're like "check the URL you're typing in!" "maybe you deleted it!" "SOL!" I went to my Blogger dashboard. It was like a creepy ghost town. All of the blogs I follow were still there. But on the top half of the screen, where normally it has a few stats about my own blog and the links to write a new post, view posts, see stats, etc...nothing. There was a button like "would you like to start a blog?" AAAHHHHHH!!!!

I was about to call up Google. LISTEN HERE, GOOGLE. You don't know me, but I NEED MY BLOG. Without it I am nothing! I have no friends! No place to vent my ridiculous thoughts! No way to crowdsource important decisions about nail polish! I NEED IT BACK!!

Panicked, I took the picture above and Instagrammed it. At least ONE form of social media is not failing me. Thank you to the People of Instagram for a) acting equally panicked at the thought of my blog disappearing and b) being smart. As per a suggestion, I uh....logged out of all Google-related-things, closed my browser, and started over. 

Thankfully, that did the trick. As you probably guessed (since I assume that in order for you to read THIS, my blog must NOT still be disappeared) (hahahaa that grammar is atrocious but I'm leaving it. 'still be disappeared?' really?) my blog was back and no worse for the wear, so it seems. So I don't know what happened, but I guess it was short-lived. But scary nonetheless. Trust me, I had a lot of panicked scenarios running through my mind in the 5 minutes that my blog ceased to exist. How will I let everyone know I'm okay?!??!...because I'm sure your lives all revolve around knowing I'm okay. (For the record, here was my plan: Tweet about my problems-- that way about 4 people would know. Instagram my problems-- takes care of another 20 folks. Faceboo-- no. There is like NO crossover between my blog friends and my FB friends. FB DON'T CARE IF THE BLOG DIES.)

What would you have thought if you came to my blog and saw that screen? Would you think it was scary (DID SHE DIE!??!?!...because everyone knows that dead people remove their blogs....???), or more like a big drama-move? (oh, I'll show THEM!!!! MWAHAHAHAHA) Okay. I'm sure I'm overestimating the importance of my blog in other people's lives. But it was scary for me. I just want you to know that. I love you guys.

NOW. Now that I've effectively proven myself too attached to my blog and technology, let's move in another technological direction.

You might remember the story I told about my Nana & Poppie's technology issues related to trying to access their email to see pictures of their first great-grandbaby. My dad exhibited endless patience as he helped them navigate the misery of Yahoo email from 1000 miles away. It was a very sweet story. (Spoiler: they finally got in and saw pictures of Carley and many tears were shed by all)

But the saga isn't over. Apparently my dad isn't done in his quest to help his parents feel connected to us Georgia-dwellers. He's taking it to the next level. This weekend he bought them an iPad. He figured there would be no better and simpler way for them to 'see' us than through the miracle of FaceTime. But don't worry, he's not just shipping it off to them and hoping for the best. My parents will be flying out there this weekend for real-life instruction on and practice with The Technology. And Nana & Poppie don't know what's coming (they have no idea about the iPad, or probably any idea of what one is) but I basically tear up just imagining what their faces will be like when they see sweet Carley 'live' and with simply the touch of a button. I'm gonna get my brother to take a screenshot of their expressions. It's going to be amazing, I just know it.

So I must say. I am really, really excited for the weekend. Even though I don't have a cute baby to show off, I can't wait to be able to see my grandparents and show them my life in real time.  My flowers-- some of them transplanted from their own yard. My cute doggie. My messy dining room. It's going to be awesome. Yay for technology!