The past few weeks have been hectic, stressful, fun, and enlightening in so many ways. I guess I should start by explaining why I put my blog on lock-down a couple of weeks ago.
It was the Saturday before Memorial Day. My sister and I were still broke from the disastrous Crawfish Boil. Because of that we planned on staying home, grilling some dinner for us and our tenants MW and AW, and just enjoying a day of relaxation in the humid Southern heat.
That morning I sat on the porch and wrote my post “Mending Fences with the Preacher’s Daughters.” When I was done I posted it from my phone because I still have no internet here in the woods. Instead of posting it using the WordPress app on my phone I decided to just pull up the website on my phone and post it that way. When I pressed the post button it asked if I wanted to connect my blog to my Facebook account. I had it set up before to connect to my blog’s FB account, but I guess somehow it disconnected and needed to be redone. I clicked on the option to connect it to Facebook and didn’t think anything else of it. I was just relieved to have finally posted something on my blog again.
A couple of hours later I was sitting on the porch with MW, AW, Fallen Angel and Little Bubba. The grill was hot, the kabobs were cooking, and I was enjoying the first of what I had hoped would be at least a few beers. Then my phone rang, but I had it on vibrate and missed the call. My sister’s phone rang immediately after that. It was Horse Whisperer. She told my sister that I had posted a link to my latest blog post on my Facebook page…my PERSONAL Facebook page. As soon as Fallen Angel hung up her phone, I could see the panic in her eyes. All she said was, “You need to take your blog down…NOW!” My heart skipped a few beats, thinking maybe the Preacher had found it or something. She told me what Horse Whisperer said about my Facebook post and then repeated in a very stern tone that I had to take my blog down immediately. At that moment I began to freak out. After all the precautions I had taken to remain anonymous, to keep my family in the dark was it really one stupid mistake that was going to bring it all to a crashing halt? I couldn’t let it end like that!
I ran, literally ran, to the table and grabbed my phone. I went to the Facebook app on my phone and tried to delete the link/post, but I couldn’t find the option to delete it. I was in full on panic mode. MW and AW didn’t understand what was going on, but my sister sort of explained it and they were very sympathetic to my predicament. After repeatedly trying to delete the post on Facebook, then trying to log into WordPress on my phone and put my blog on lock-down, I couldn’t get anything to work.
I went to open the front door and go inside to get my laptop. As soon as I got to the door it opened. My sister was standing there with a steak knife in her hand pointing it at me saying, “Take the blog down now! Get your laptop, go to McDonald’s, and take it all down, now!” I know better than to mess with my sister when she’s wielding weapons so I did what she said. I was going to do it anyway because I was panicking even more than she was, worried that someone we knew may have already seen the link and could be reading it at that very moment. Picturing our friends, or God forbid, the Preacher, reading my blog with wide-eyes and jaws gaped open was just too much for either of us to handle.
AW offered to go with me to McDonald’s to try to get online and take everything down. With laptop firmly tucked under my arm, we ran to the truck and sped off. That five minute drive to town was the longest drive of my life. The whole way there I couldn’t stop thinking what an idiot I was for making such a stupid, easily avoidable, mistake.
We got there, sat in the truck with the laptop on and I connected to their Wi-Fi. I managed to get the Facebook post deleted, but just after I did, my battery died. I then went inside to find an outlet to plug into, but they didn’t have any! Not a single freaking outlet in the seating area. How do they expect to offer free Wi-Fi and not have outlets for people to use?? Even the crappy little local burger joint in the Podunk town we used to live in had outlets in the dining room for people to use. What else could possibly go wrong?
We ran back to the truck and I started brainstorming. It was a holiday weekend. Not much was open. Hotels! The hotels are open and there is one on the main road that offers free Wi-Fi! Praise the Lord! I drove across the highway to the hotel and parked right out front. AW and I got out and headed into the lobby. I was a woman on a mission. I didn’t even turn to look at the person at the front desk when I walked in. Normally I would be too timid and too worried about getting caught, seeing as how I wasn’t actually a hotel guest, but this time I didn’t give a shit. I walked past the front desk, past the sitting area, and straight down the hallway until I saw an outlet.
I stopped right there in the hallway, plugged in my laptop, and got connected. It took all of a minute to find the right place on my WordPress dashboard that gives the option to make a blog private. I wasted no time in doing so either. Even after locking it down I had to go back to Facebook to make sure that the post was actually deleted, and also that I didn’t have any messages from irate or shocked friends and/or family. Thankfully there were no messages. I also checked my Histats page to see if I had any hits and where they were located. There weren’t any hits in cities that I recognized so I hoped I had caught it in time.
I kept my blog locked down for a week. It about drove me crazy. I have spent the past two years writing on this damn thing and to have it all go to hell in a matter of minutes was very depressing. It’s my passion, my creative outlet, my therapist, my pride and joy, and it was all but dead and buried.
To keep myself from going completely into a state of depression and to keep my readers from thinking I had personally been wiped off the face of the planet, I sent invitations to a few of my readers who I had email addresses for and who I thought would still want access. To those of you who did accept my private invitation, I can’t thank you enough for sticking with me during that week of hell. You will not be forgotten.
I’m also telling you all of this because there may be other “anonymous” bloggers like myself who I want to warn about the pitfalls of connecting your blog to Facebook. Make sure you are logged into the correct Facebook account before you hit that button! My phone was logged into my personal FB account and it just assumed that was the account I wanted to connect to. So consider yourselves warned.
There’s a lot more that’s been going on here on the farm lately, but I’m going to have to save it for part two. Trust me. You won’t be disappointed.
Whew! Crisis averted…now back to our usually scheduled “Happy humping!”