Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Mother Nature has the worst case of PMS ever. And Blogger hates me.

At two a.m. this morning, I woke up to the mother of all thunderstorms. Except, I didn’t realize it was thunder. No, I thought it was the Big One. It was so loud that I immediately bolted out of bed before I was fully awake and ran for something (God knows what) because I thought it was an earthquake.

The Husband was waking up as I went running from the room.

“Honey, wha…?” He started to ask as I ran past him.

“I don’t want to be IN HERE if that’s AN EARTHQUAKE!”

See, our bedroom is built over parking spaces. All that’s holding us, and the apartment above us, from plunging to our death, are these old, skinny pillars. And I have a possibly irrational fear that, when the Big One hits, the entire apartment building will come crashing down around us. (Or, on top of us, naturally.)

It only took a second to realize it wasn’t the Big One. Or even a small one. It was a storm. A totally unanticipated storm. And I’ve never heard thunder like that in. my. life. It seemed as if it was right on top of us. Lightning would strike, then, a split second later, thunder would come raging through, loud and angry.

I like me a good thunderstorm, but I couldn’t even enjoy this one. It was too loud. I was too half asleep. I kept hearing my mother’s voice in my head telling me it’s the end of the world!

The lightning and thunder only lasted a few minutes. Then the rain came. And it was possessed.

We got back into bed, thinking the worst was over. Then, over the pouring, pelting rain, we could just barely hear Mother Nature laughing maniacally and yelling “GOTCHA!”

At the next, and worst, boom of thunder, we (and most of the surrounding area) lost power.

Not cool, Mother Nature. Not cool.

I’m afraid of the dark. (Go ahead and laugh. It’s okay. I won’t cry. Much.) Luckily, I wasn’t alone. Had I been, I’m sure I would have become a quivering mass of fear, huddled in the center of my bed and clinging to our cats. This is something I’ve thought about often. (I’m only slightly neurotic.) (No, actually, this is why I have candles and a lighter next to the bed, within arms reach.) (Please don’t leave me.)

(How do you feel about over-using parentheses?)

I spent the next powerless 45-minutes sleepless and reading by candlelight. It would have been kinda cool if I had been able to keep my mind focused on the book and off Armageddon.

So. Yeah. That was my night. On another note…

Peeps, I need help. My blog’s broken. I don’t know how or why or what... I just know that it is. A couple of good Samaritans have contacted me recently to give me a heads up that they can no longer leave comments when once they could.

Both of these people are using two different types of computers and two different web browsers, so as much as I’d love to blame a specific entity, that’s obviously not the problem. The only other thing I can think of is that I’ve recently added other third-party code (BlogHer, Feed Burner) to this here blog and I wonder if one of those caused a glitch?

This is really bothering me. And not just because I love comments (although I do) but because I don’t want my blog acting like a stubborn two-year-old.

Any suggestions? (And if you’re one of those who can’t comment (sob) please send me an e-mail… chocolateandwhine at gmail dot com. I’ll love you forever.)


  1. I hate to be the one to tell you this but this is not a recent glitch on your blog. It's done it to me a few times before. Randomly. Just will not let me post a comment. You know me though, I'll just come back later and it'll work for me. I have a bunch of computer friends who have volunteered to help me host my own blog but I am lazy and until mine takes a header I won't put out the effort. Let us know if you figure something out!

  2. Okay, so... wait. Is it just mine???

  3. My friend has this problem from time to time. Usually it occurs when she makes a change to her template or other options, but sometimes it happens randomly and I don't know how she fixes it (I think she goes into the options and rejiggers the settings).My mom once ran into a wall in her bedroom when there was a loud noise- thunder or maybe a transformer blew... She'd been to Iraq (at 53 she volunteered to go over and work as a fincance guru in the green zone) and had learned to get into her safety spot in her sleep.(I love parenthetical asides, too)

  4. Yes it's just yours. And don't stress the parenthesis abuse, I'm a comma abuser and I figure people will eventually figure it out.

  5. I would take anything over earthquakes, those suck!!

  6. I'm in the S.G.V. and yesterday was a doozy! I had to shut my computer off twice because I didn't want it to fry when the power came back on. I heard on the news that it's supposed to be like that on Friday. I loves me a good thunderstorm, but...damn! lol!

  7. We have those babies all the time- the storms, I mean. They are magnificent and terribleAnd you're right- the commenting has always been a couple step process but if I persevere and keep hitting the Post Comment button I'm usually able to infect you with my pithiness.Sorry.

  8. I have the comment problem on ANY blog I try to post to in blogger. Now, if I have already posted to a blogger blog within the last few minutes, it won't do it to the next one.