I’m becoming at peace with it.

Maybe it’s my new perspective, my new Holy-crap-life is-good-these-days-itude, but I’m gonna be OK if all the brainpower sublet to India cannot “be bringing of the contents of the old doodle of to the new server.”

After all, I did “changing of the package.”

Damn right I did.

I changed up the whole shebang.

Whiz-bang-golly-jeez Wally, I made some changes.

I let go of the past, the pain, the doubt, the fear and the worry. Stepped right on in to a world of newnessosity, didn’t I?

And what do I need the pictures for? I know where I was and what I did…now I remember only those events of my choosing, just like always.

I have discovered that the almight Google keeps a cache of just about everything on the web, even those naked pictures of your sister! (My goodness that girl is flexible!)

 So, I have the ability to go in and grab the good ones that way if/when I choose, if the dumb and dumber team of 1 and 1 internet hosting cannot be helping of the situation.

That’s what really steams my beans ya’ll, the blase’ (hope I got that apostrophe right, otherwise that’d be a catastro-postrophe, yikes!) attitude of the tech weenies and weenettes reading from their cue cards while I poured on the emotion about the loss of the pouring out of my emotion. The morons kept saying the same thing over and over while I incredulously did the same. It was a fun little circle game that ended, as pointless circle games should, in eventual acceptance.

When we accept what we cannot change, we are free to start anew.

This whole thing happened on the internet, right? Did my counselor sense that those words were no longer needed? That maybe those who needed to read them had gotten their fix even as I got fixed?

And am I ever fixed…I’m fixed up real nice. Ya’ll wouldn’t believe me if I told you.

I’ll tell you what you need to know, the PG-13 bits and pieces anyway, over time I guess.

It’s just so amazing what you find when you stop looking so hard. The shooters among us know (or will one day learn) the folly of trying to do anything. All you can really do is be.

Be the shooter you wish to be. Be a better man for all the right reasons.

Be content. Be at peace. Be yourself. Let it be.

I guess I’m beginning to really be-lieve in all my own bullshit, huh?

So yeah, I’ll call 1 and 1 at 877-435-7281 and reference case number 87588967 and tell them to restore the old blog…feel free to do the same if you’re moved to do so. I know it can be done, and this may be one scrapbook that needs to hang around.

I can’t hang around too much here today…I’m off to ruin Christmas for a bad manager and his fiancee. (Does that word get an apostrophe? I may need to know for sure, soon enough) I hate that they make me do it. I get no joy from Grinching their goodness, but they do it to themselves…all I do is sign, seal and deliver the news. Chances upon chances upon good graces and hopes. Enough is enough. All ya had to go was go to work and mind my business, buddy…you’ll come out of it stronger if it doesn’t kill you.

And I’m pretty sure you can survive the pain.

I might even tell you how I know this is true.

Someday. Again.

So have a great day friends and neighbors…and wherever you are, be.

Be all there.

I wouldn’t want you to miss the best days of your life worrying about something you cannot change.