For the past 11 days and nights I have been sitting in my pajamas glued to my computer, trying to figure out what was the matter with my blog. Do you remember when somebody left you, without even saying goodbye, even if they were in the same room with you, you could tell they were gone, and did you rest? Or did you go over every last word you said, everything you wore, what you smelled like the last time they kissed you, trying to figure out what went wrong. That was me and my blog server. Finally I just had to give it up. If for nothing else, for the sake of my son, who deserves to have a mother who showers and wakes him up on time. God bless the new server, because I was darned if I was going to take on another one that didn’t talk to me–I don’t care if you wear the right shoes or if you smoke or even if you have a job, just talk to me when I need you–and for $5.00 a month which I think is possibly the best $5.00 a month I may have ever spent, I am no longer on the slippery slope of “talk to me, tell me what happened, please baby, please baby, please!” It’s one thing when you’re 20. It’s a whole other thing when you’re not and people expect you to show up for breakfast and maybe even cook it.

I’m going to build blog tonight, figure out how to post my pictures, and get my front page looking the way FAYEFOOD should.

Thanks for sticking with me. You know I love you.

Faye