The next time I hear my children swear I need to remember I helped to expand their vocabulary so that it moved from Daddy, mommy and grandpa to the kind of language associated with sailors.
It is not only fair but accurate to say that I was the one who explained what “fuck,” “fucker” and “motherfucker” mean to my son.
I’d like to say that he was 38 when it happened but alas it was far younger and if you need more details I encourage you to read through the older posts here and you’ll learn more about it.
But our story today doesn’t focus on Jack Junior but on the fair maiden known as my daughter who surprised me when she walked into the office and asked me why I screamed “fuck you name of hosting company.”
I Wasn’t On The Phone
Two initial points of interest, I wasn’t actually talking to anyone and she surprised me because I thought she and her grandmother were out.
My blogs were down for about eight hours or so today which is frustrating on its own, but it was made worse because several other bloggers sent traffic my way and I kind of hoped people would read Remember When Going Viral Was a Bad Thing.
Instead people saw a 503 error that over time morphed into a “we’re servicing the site page” and then into the 403 screenshot above.
Don’t know about you, but that kind of crap bugs me because it feels a lot like I just got locked out of my own house. Speaking of getting locked out that happened to me last year, except it was made worse because I was in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt but I digress.
Why The Blog Was Taken Down
According to my hosting company the blogs took up too many resources for my particular hosting plan and consequently they had to pull my sites down.
It took a bit of doing to find out why they pulled it down and the answer didn’t leave me feeling warm and fuzzy. It happened because one or more of my plugins decided not to play nice.
Don’t know which one and they don’t either, all they could do was offer a couple of suggestions and shrug their shoulders at me. That is the kind of non specific answer that makes me crazy.
Anyhoo, when I explained to my daughter what happened she told me she was sorry, said she had finished all of her homework and wanted to know if I wanted to make a bracelet with Rainbow Loom.
I said I would be happy to and then mostly watched as she took over because she didn’t like how I was doing it. She then reminded me that she thinks she should be given permission to take me shopping so that I can buy cool clothes and also suggested that I let her brush my hair.
I’d like to tell you that I took advantage of the opportunity to use it as a teaching moment and that she and I bonded over all of the craziness of the hosting company and the Rainbow Loom but that is not entirely true.
She told me that she thinks it funny when I yell at other people. I asked her why she thinks that and she just giggled at me and then I told her to remember that I have lived a lot longer and that life experience goes a long way.
When she asked me why I said that I told her I know the mischievous look on her face and the twinkle in her eyes because she got those from me and that I knew she was trying to tease me.
“Father, dear, I would never…ever…tease you.”
Let me tell you, those eight words and the tone of voice she used for them are another reminder that one day some poor boy is going to wonder why he wasn’t smart enough to let me run him off because my baby girl is going to tear out his heart and eat it.
Of course if she doesn’t I’ll just punch him in the nose because who could possibly be good enough to date my daughter.
Wait, what is this talk about dating and why aren’t we talking about what happened when the blog went down. Got to run for now, the dinner bell just went off.
If you are dying to read more and can’t wait for me to come back check out Plenty Of Time. See you soon.