Monday, September 10, 2012

Home Is Where The Heart Is

I lost the blog today. Obviously, it has come back but for awhile, there was no way to know if it would. GoDaddy, the company which maintains my domain name was hacked and millions of web sites were dissolved right off the internet, many of them way more important then mine in that they are the sites where small businesses do their, uh, business. Orders couldn't be taken, information couldn't be transferred, business was lost. Who knows how many dollars were involved overall?

What was funny to me was that on the blogger website where they were discussing this issue, everyone was furious that their page hits would be completely screwed up. I guess if you make money on your blog, a lot depends on page hits. For me, it was merely a small inconvenience and a tiny moment of freak-out but not really much of one. I felt strangely disconnected from the whole thing. If I lost it, I lost it. Whatever.
I mean, I'd hate to lose my blog. It's not just my ramblings, it's a record in words and photos of my grandsons, of my family for the last however many years. I've lost track. And that would all suck but for me the real joy of the blog is the writing of it. The every-day-sitting-down and letting my fingers figure out what my mind would like to say. It's the process. It's such an incredibly important part of my life that I can barely explain it, even to myself.

And if I had lost everything at, I could have started another blog somewhere. Lord knows, they're free and easy.
But you know what? I'm so glad I don't have to. Today, at least.
I love my little blog here. I know how to work it, the screen is familiar to me, it is, quite simply, a home.

A home for my thoughts and my pictures and my rants and my raves and my fears and my moods and my profane observations and my questions and my occasional answers. And all of you know the way here. You know the door is always open. You know there's always a seat for you. You know there might be a chicken or two on the porch.

It's sort of funky here at blessourhearts which is, well, a fair representation of my physical home. 
But I feel comfortable here even if it's as imperfect as a rocking chair with a slat in the seat missing. 
Like the chair, it still rocks here. For me. Anyway.

So thank-you for being part of this home. For being not just visitors, but for being family, which in a way, I feel that we are. If I reach out, there you are. I hope you feel the same about me.

And here we are, safe at home once again. And I'd like to thank my son Hank for calming me today, for finding the answers to the questions I had when I lost the blog. He calmed my tiny freak-out, he kept saying, "They'll fix it."

He was, as usual, right. 

And actually, he was the one who told me to start a blog in the first place. So double thanks to my boy. 

Guess I'm just feeling all grateful and shit. Nothing wrong with that. I have a lot to be grateful for. 

Welcome home, y'all. Welcome home. 


  1. OMG. I am so glad I missed that. If I clicked on my Bless Our Hearts bookmark and got nothing there would be a major melt-down in my little corner of Canada. Believe it! I would need a 12-step program and I am not even kidding.

    As it is I was distracted booking a flight and packing a bag for my hub. He is going to FLA to see his Mom for the last time. Life. No matter how bad you think it is, in the end there is never enough of it.

    So glad you're here, Mary. Ima need some company and consoling this week.


  2. You are always there when I reach out :) And I'm really, really glad.

  3. I too, am glad your blog is not lost.


    Godaddy apparently didn't keep up on political implications of having animal cruelty crap on some of its users. That was the root of the hacking.

    Not that criminal + criminal = anything more than criminal.

    Regardless. I love the slat missing from the seat of the rocker. It is a sign of a well rocked seat.

    Love you.

  4. WHAT? You lost your blog? A small inconvenience? A tiny freak-out?

    OMG, I would have had more than a tiny freak-out if there was no Bless Our Hearts home, no porch, no rocking chair or chickens or grandsons or trees or moons or martinis.

    Whew, thank goodness you were back before I knew you were even gone!

  5. I am one of those small businesses whose business was impacted by the GoDaddy melt-down -- well, not my bottom line but a meltdown for my client. It's been a hell of a day. If your blog had disappeared I don't know if I could handle it. And I'm so new here. I can't imagine what your long time pals would do. I'm glad you are here on this blog and in this world. I have come to adore you. Sweet Jo

  6. I think there's some kind of lesson in it all -- but I don't want to learn it, to tell you the truth.

    I'm glad to come here. You know that.

  7. Did all blogspot blogs go down, or were you affected only because you have a special URL? That's SCARY!

    I keep thinking I should back up my blog, but I'm not really sure how. I'll have to read up on it. I agree with you -- the pleasure is in the writing -- and our blogs are a valuable record of our days. I would hate to lose mine. (And I would definitely hate to lose yours!)

  8. I knew you'd dig this blogging stuff. And I was right.

  9. Me too, I'm glad I missed that. I need you with my morning coffee. It's a comfortable, friendly place to come for coffee, and it definitely rocks x

  10. For you and your blog I am all grateful and shit too.

    Now I wonder if I can successfully prove I am not a robot - this one looks tricky ;)

  11. thanks for your shady porch comfort on flame hot days. you humor and ramblings on life always straight up; like a beacon of light.

  12. I cannot imagine a world now without Bless Our Hearts in it.

    Thank goodness.

  13. Invisigal- " Life. No matter how bad you think it is, in the end there is never enough of it." True as true can be. I'm sorry about your mother-in-law. Hang in there.

    SJ- And so are you for me. Thanks, always.

    Laura- You're right. Criminal plus criminal still does equal criminal. That chair used to have a slat although it wasn't nailed down. Owen threw it somewhere in the bushes. I should try and find it.

    Lulumarie- Your comment made me wish I'd titled this post, "How Can You Miss Me If I Won't Go Away?"

    Sweet Jo- You ARE sweet. Sorry your business was impacted.

    liv- Probably a warning I should take seriously.

    Elizabeth- I know. I'm in denial. I don't deny that. I am SO glad you like to come by here.

    Steve- If you figure it out, let me know. I should back-up too.

    DTG- You so frequently are right, my love.

    Bugerlugs- The coffee is always on for you.

    Jill- It's taking me three, four, FIVE tries sometimes to leave a comment. WTF????

    rebecca- You are a precious soul on this earth.

    Mel- Aw. You're making me blush.

  14. I noticed things were a bit slow this morning. Had no idea what it was all about. Glad that you weren't hijacked into the cosmos. Weird for Sept. 11 too. Wonder if it was a terrorist hacker!!!

  15. Thank god you're still in the blogosphere, that's all I can say!


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