Oh, Happy DAY!
My blog has emerged from the abyss of a hosting LOCK-DOWN!
(by the way, be VERY careful when you “google” the word happy, searching for images. GOOD GRIEF! I’ve never seen more disgustingness in my LIFE! I had to switch to the word “excited.“ And, well, you see the results of that search above)
There is nothing more frustrating than having your site crash it’s first run out of the gate. Seriously. The FIRST day I’m open for traffic, it all goes tumbling down.
Ugh.
When seasoned bloggers recommend various hosting companies, TAKE THEIR ADVICE! Don’t try to be cheap frugal and go with the least expensive, sounds-too-good-to-be-true hosting plan. TRUST ME!
Sigh.
I nearly cried Friday when my sister and a friend from church both texted me. The Mom Jen wrote on my facebook wall. My husband’s grandmother, way out in West Texas, emailed me.
Everyone had the same message: I can’t get on your site.
I had to upgrade my hosting plan because it turns out that one gigabyte of bandwidth is not enough for a humble little blog. Not enough by a long shot.
Unfortunately, upgrading was not a simple fix. Of COURSE it wasn’t. I found out, after I paid for the upgrade, that the change would take 24-48 hours.
Every hour, I frantically got on the internet, wishing and hoping I would see my pretty green shoes at the top of the screen.
No dice.
When the 48 hour deadline had passed and I was STILL without my blog, I panicked and contacted customer service. Rahul “kindly thank[ed me] for [my] patience” but unfortunately a technicality was delaying my move.
WHAT?
Yes, another 18 hours would have to pass before my site would be up.
Well, 18 hours and an email from that West Texas Grandma to my hosting company.
OH, YES! She EMAILED them!
Let’s just say that the wrath of a grandma is key to solving all problems.
They were scared. Shaking in their big, hosting-company boots. Terrified of the anger that seethed from every word Grandma Edy wrote.
So, they turned me back on.
The lessons from all of this?
Listen to seasoned bloggers. And always, always have a grandma in your back pocket.
