The phone rang around 8pm last night. It was my mother.
"What's wrong with your blog?" She asked.
Quickly, I rewound the day; trying ever so anxiously to remember my last post. "What had I released into bloggy land this time?" Occasionally I speak of controversial topics, but lately I've laid pretty low. One cannot avoid rubbing elbows when a controversial topic is brought about. But I'm like the rest of you. If we can keep our mothers at bay, we do so with the greatest of ease. Tip toeing on hot coals is not the way I want to spend the day.
I have received these calls before. It's funny how they rarely come when I expect them. It's generally my low key articles (or those I believe to be low key) that make the hair stand up on the backs of others.
So there I am last night waiting for the ball to drop when my mom tells me to log into my blog. She says: "There's this advertisement right over the middle of your writing, and it keeps following me when I scroll down the screen."
I had no idea what she was talking about.
So I logged on. And let me just say I was shocked. My blog design had disappeared. What remained was a stark white background. And just as my mother had reported, there was an advertisement that chased me to the bottom.
"What had happened?'' I thought. I was just logged in a few hours before and everything was fine. Now I was starring at a total mess. I didn't even know where to begin. Was this the work of some clever hacker? Had someone discovered my password? Or was it possible that before I turned off my computer my normal clumsy self clicked on some secret button which sent a message to the bloggy underworld requesting an immediate deactivation of services?
So what did I do? I turned off the computer, and watched TV. Honestly, these problems looked way too big for me to solve, and I wasn't about to pretend I knew where to start.
When I woke up this morning I couldn't wait to turn on my computer. The cliche "Time heals all wounds," is without a doubt a truth. I don't know how to explain it, but things were back to normal. My background reappeared and there were no funny advertisements running up and down the middle. Go Figure!
So what lesson did I learn from all this drama? Well, even though my readership may not be that high, I can still count on my mother to be my number one fan. Mother's are the one's that will tell you when your skirt is too short, your makeup too dark, and of course, your blog, totally screwed up.