Technical Difficulties

Okay, I have a confession to make. Sometimes, I write what I’m going to post and then set it to post the next day, usually after midnight. It’s a system that works for me, and I can get a lot of things written and still stay on top of the blog, chasing after Claire and all the other things we must do during the day.

Sometimes I post in real-time. It just depends.

Well, imagine my surprise when I couldn’t get into my blog. I could get to everything else in cyberspace except my blog. How convenient. Then, I started to panic. What if no one else can get into my blog!? What if I look like a big dork sending people links and leaving comments with my URL and all they get is a “neener, neener, denied!” error!?

I started to panic. I won’t lie. I try to remain calm and casual about things, but sometimes the perfectionist side wins. This was one of those times.

I called my hubby at work. (He loves when I do this, by the way. Loves it. Yeah, not so much…) He could get to my blog. I even tested him to be sure he wasn’t fibbing. “Oh, suuuuuuuuure. It came right up!” wink, wink, eye-roll. But, he passed the test, and I was relieved that others could get to it. I was super annoyed that I was still locked out, but I felt a little better.

Then, all my thoughts started to snowball. My Mr. Tech Support has always been able to figure out what’s wrong, but I didn’t want to bother him with my silly little blog. What if it didn’t correct itself! What if I was forced to worry about this all day tomorrow!

So, after Claire’s nap, I scooped her up and we went to the library. Yes, this library. Every time we’ve gone, she’s gotten exponentially better. I was hoping that she would sit quietly on my lap while I quickly typed. This was asking a lot, but I had worked myself into an irrationally desperate frenzy.

Luckily, after years of experience, I’m good at hiding this, though, so no one at the library could tell.

I’d never used the free Internet connection nor the computers at the library, but I thought this would be as good as an excuse as any to see how all this works.

It went without a hitch. We found an open computer, and I posted my entry. I set the date for Wednesday. Because I can. This should buy me some extra time in trying to figure out what is wrong! Claire sat quietly the whole time. I was amazed!!

Then, we get home and I can’t resist trying one last time to get on…and it works. Whatever was wrong had fixed itself (just like my personal Tech Support said it would).

So, rather than waste a trip to the library, here is the post I wrote! (I mean, I could delete all evidence of the tiny panic attack I had, but life is more realistic and interesting this way…) Enjoy!

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Okay, I’m not sure what’s going on…but none of the computers in my house will let me onto my blog! Everything was just fine and dandy and then blam! I’m denied access! It says I don’t exist! I exist! I’m right here! All I wanted to do was to see who had commented, etc., and I was denied. Ack!

It’s been hours. I still can’t get on. I’m trying (unsuccessfully?) not to panic.

I’m typing this at the public library, of all places! (With Claire on my lap…the little ‘you’ve got x-amount of minutes left’ timer in the top right corner of my screen meaning more to me than just the Internet time-limit! I’m so glad she’s being good!!) I’m technically typing this on Tuesday, but I’m scheduling it to post after midnight on Wednesday, so that Claire and I can accomplish all of our Wednesday Tasks and Duties and (try – really hard) not worry about this little issue with the blog. I may or may not be able to access it from my house tomorrow (er, later today), and that thought is driving me a tad mad.

It’s so bizarre!

My hubby can view my site from the outside world. I can get to it from here (the library). I can get to everything else from my home computer(s): personal email, CNN, Google (mail, reader, search), our local news channel. My posts still show up in the FeedReader, but I can’t see the photos…maybe you can? Who knows.

Anyway, I feel like I’ve been locked out of my own house. Only, I can’t even peek in the windows! (You can imagine how much the perfectionist part of me is screaming right now. The casual part is failing to calm her down…)

Hmpf.

I’m sure that Mr. Tech Support can figure out what’s going on…in the meantime, I’m really trying not to panic. Deep breaths.

In.
Out.

Oh well, this will give me an excuse to actually work on my To Be Done Before We Leave On Our Trip Next Week List.

Yippy Skippy.