Dang, y’all. If you only knew what I’ve been through over the last few days. It was nothing life threatening by any means. I didn’t lose a family member or a limb. I didn’t hear that we wouldn’t have a place to sleep or food to eat. None of those. But, it was serious enough to make this momma of two boys cry her little eyes out like a schoolgirl. Yesireebob I did. Rabbit Chasing: I can’t even tell you how saddened I am that I didn’t get to give all y’all my American Idol run down. Was this blog tragedy the Lord speaking to me to quit blogging so much? Was it SATAN? Silly Cindy, of course it was Satan. The Lord wants me to keep my readers entertained, and I try to accomplish that each Tuesday night with AI. Many of you have learned that I am one
cheap frugal woman. I watch every dime that goes in and out of our non-manicured hands. I budget and keep Excel spreadsheets until my little heart is content. It comforts me for some sick, deranged reason.
Back in March I decided that I liked the whole cindybeall.com thing and figured I should go ahead and buy hosting for my site for a full year because, after all, it is less expensive. And that’s just the way I roll, kids. So, I purchased the full year and all was well.
That’s what she said. (Used courtesy of Michael Scott.)
Saturday morning, April 19th, I was looking at my hosting account and noticed that there was also a recurring monthly hosting that was occurring. I thought to myself, “I don’t need that anymore. I just bought a new, full year.” I proceeded to delete the hosting account and did so successfully, thank you very much.
And then I realized that cindybeall.com no longer existed.
One might think, “Not a problem. Just start up the site again with the new hosting you purchased in March and put your blogs on there manually from the saved archives.”
I was supposed to save them?
That’s right. I had never saved them to my computer’s hard drive simply because I HAD A FREAKIN’ WEBSITE THAT HAD THEM AND IT SAVED THEM.
There’s no bitterness in me. None at all. Sal good.
Now, I will go ahead and say what some of you are thinking.
I resemble that. After all, I’m no Digerati guru like Terry Storch, who, by the way, SINGLEHANDEDLY saved my blog tonight. I don’t have the savvy graphic design creativity like the pink-haired girl or Anne Jackson. No, I don’t know my stuff like Scott Magdalein or Bobby Gruenewald.
I do feel quite certain that Keri Austin, Scott Williams, and Robin Storch could easily poke fun at this most random act of stupidity that I did. It’s okay. I give you permission. Just lock your doors at night because I know where all three of y’all live. I’m just sayin’.
But there are a handful of you feeling for me right now. You know who you are Robin Meadows, Princess Jes, Sheri Yates, Gee-nah, Sarah Markley, and Erin Keller. Maybe it’s because you read that I cried or that I had to drop $150 to get my blog back up and running or because you did it yourself. Right G? And y’all are so sweet for feelin’ that way. Stop the tears.
I’d also like to thank Jimmy Paravane, Theresa, Natalie, Melanie and Raf for coming to my rescue with their concerns. The Paravane even went so far as to threaten me, in the name of Jesus, of course, if I didn’t get my blog up and running soon. He followed through and embarrassed the snot out of me, but I took that as a big ole electronic hug from him. Theresa and Raf wanted to know…what the??? And of course, sweet Nat and Mel. Dear friends who even wrote about my sadness on their own blogs saying that I’d be up in no time. Talk about some love.
Restoration of my blog: $150
My two precious boys rubbin’ their momma’s shoulder while she was crying: Priceless.