I normally don't do this on Becoming Me, but I decided to run a form of a PSA-Blog Style....and since I'm doing things I don't normally do, I'm going to throw in a funny family story... caution...it's a blowing in the wind my friends....blowing in the wind.
First, a blogging PSA:
Earlier this week, I noticed that my blog roll numbers dropped from 199 to 189...in one hour. Since that was during the time I posted a prayer request about baby Peter, I was pretty certain that Becoming Me did not develop a case of blogger B.O. I also, didn't get upset...honest. I now view that feature as a public service....it's totally free publicity for whomever is interested. Thinking about it in this manner frees my OCD leaning self from much angst.
So, I'm good. But, I thought it odd...ten people missing at once.
I did some research (I twittered about it) and learned from a friend, who heard from a friend, who heard from a friend...who heard from a friend, that Blogger has been marking "followers" as anonymous....all that means is that the picture goes away. Apparently, it has happened before.
I then checked my list and noticed that 24 of the blogs I followed had been marked anonymous as well. So, unwittingly, I was "dumping" people all week. I made the corrections...I'm very loyal. I am tempted to eliminate the feature from my page, simply because I don't want something that is not reliable....but then the free publicity would go away too...so it stays...for now.
I wrote the above just as my attempt to put some peace-of-mind back into the blog-o-sphere. If you notice that your numbers drop, fret not...it is probably because of a glitch.
Now for a cute family story---
My five-year-old daughter, Pumpkindoodle, arrived home from a play date this afternoon and requested a glass of milk. Seconds after placing her cup on the table, she looked up at me, batted her long eye lashes, and in the sweetest, most polite and adult sounding voice (much like Gwenyth Paltrow would use at a five star cafe--- in fact, imagine a young Gwenyth...it makes the story funnier) said:
"Oh! Did I say milk? (polite giggle) I meant chocolate milk. Just swish a little chocolate syrup in here and that will be fine. Thank you!"
Biting my lip hard enough to release a twinge of blood, I replied.
"So sorry Miss Ma'am, we are fresh out of chocolate syrup. Perhaps another time."
My girl cracks me up.
There has also been some better news about Peter today. Please click the link on my side bar for the latest information.