Diary of The Food Whore

So, it’s me.  I am alive.  Whether or not I am well is a debate for those around me.

I am trying to put into words what has gone on with my site, my domain, my e-mail, and everything else connected to this… but I can’t find words that don’t contain more than 4 letters.  But I will tell you - it sounds a lot like, “Muster Truck”…

… see what I am saying? 

I will tell you that I cried.  Out of sheer frustration and feeling like I am the stupidest computer user in the world.  And it occured to me that I am going to have to pay someone to manage this site because I am not smart enough, don’t have enough time, and don’t have the wrought iron gut to go through it all again. 

I will say this - to the people who tried to steal my domain and hold it ransom - you suck.    And I hope you fall in a sink hole the size of Texas and are surrounded by fire ants. 

So I am back - if you are still here, God Bless You.   But the thing is - I am going on vacation now.  I need it.   I am going someplace warm with a pool … where they bring me cocktails by the pool… and food on fancy plates.  And where someone will drive me around and take me other places where they serve cocktails and food… and then to other places with more cocktails.

Thank you for sticking with me this far.  I’ve just gotten back in my e-mail to get all of your kind words.  You’re all awesome.

And if you can wait - I will see you next week.  Relaxed, and probably just a teeny bit hungover.