For the time being, Beta Call Buttons on my Homepage and this blog are only working sporadically. I just received a two-minute call, so please try again now! I suggest trying them off and on as they do work some of the time. Same thing with Payment Buttons, however, only the GREEN Payment Buttons in the previous blog posts are working off on and on, and not the site payment-type buttons. Contact me and we’ll work on other payment options in the meantime. Beta Call Buttons are working differently than the Payment Buttons, so please continue to try to call.
Believe me; I am as frustrated as you are! Please push the gun a little closer! And please read on!
My father has always been a proud, moral family man. He’s a concrete cowboy with a gentleman’s composure, calls women “Ma’am,” says please and thank you, and never cusses. He finds it offensive when he hears me swear. “Such things shouldn’t come out of a ladies mouth,” he says. He’s never ridden a horse, but he wears cowboy clothes including hat and boots, has an old six-shooter for camping trips, likes to explore ghost towns, and drives a truck. All he’s missing is a dog and chaps.
We have a family joke that involves his turn to kick the bucket (death’s door). He made me promise to never put him in a nursing home should he become disabled. I told him I was happy to take care of him no matter what and I could bring in help if I needed it. He said I misunderstood. I should have known. My father is too proud to ever become a burden on his family. He wanted to make sure I knew the rules should the time come that he could no longer take care of himself. **Rules? I didn’t know there were rules.** He carefully explained: “No life support, no machines, no one else wiping my butt when I can no longer do it.” He emphasized the last part was the most important! He went on to explain: “You don’t have to pull the plug, sis. I watch the news and I know some states have issues with that. I don’t want you to get in trouble and I don’t want that to be your responsibility.” Well, phew! Thank gawd for that, I thought. Then he leaned in real close and whispered, “You just push my gun a little closer, and leave. I’ll take care of that myself.” He meant it, too! He was serious as a heart attack.
Wow, huh? What a privilege! I get the auspicious family duty of handling my father’s suicide. After the shock faded, I gave him a hug and told him not to worry about it, which he took as my solemn vow to be ready for the task. *LOL* That wasn't what I meant - but **Oh, well.**
So, it became a family joke. Whenever life became too stressful or we needed comedy relief or were bored out of our minds, someone would say: “Push the gun a little closer.” The rest of us would laugh, roll our eyes, sigh, or aim a finger at them and shoot. Discussion would turn to who would have to provide guns for those who don't have them, or clean up the mess, and on and on, with every one turning down each responsibility and passing it off on me. Ha ha funny! Not!
Where is this leading? *LOL* Well, I’m at that point! Please, someone, push the gun a little closer! The stress of Nite Flirt is more than I can handle! I know some of you are trying to call me and/or send me payments. Thank you so much for trying. No matter how hard I work to gain access for all of us to the Beta Nite Flirt site, Nite Flirt continues to sabotage me at every step.
I spent days trying to contact as many callers as possible in order to continue some pretense of making my paycheck. It was tedious. I could only connect with about 20% of my callers: those who were computer-users, those who gave me their personal email addresses prior to the Nite Flirt crash-and-burn, those who actually read Nite Flirt emails (and could get into their accounts), those who actually received the unreliable emailed updates (because the Beta version refused to send many of them out), and those who had the intelligence to contact me via Yahoo messenger or my blog. But hey??!! Twenty percent is better than nothing! Right?
Not so fast partner. I put in hours upon hours of time, emailing Nite Flirt info to callers, and then re-mailing it because the first information changed, and then emailing callers again and again as some of the information became bogus. But for a short six hours Sunday night, calls began coming in. You all wanted to help so much, and I was overwhelmed with the wonderfulness of it. Then the calls stopped abruptly and didn’t come back. I was signed on, every thing said I had a "go" light … but callers couldn’t call me. The Beta site button said, “Yes taking Calls” but the phone said “Away not Taking Calls.” I’m told Nite Flirt is attempting to reset those Call Buttons on a one-to-one basis as we report them, but I have no idea how long that may be. Soon, I hope! Very soon! Just a few minutes ago, a short two minute call squeaked in. So, maybe - try again! Or just "Push the gun a little closer." One of us needs put out of our misery! *big grin*
So, if we can’t phone chat, maybe I regale you with these little stories of my life and times. In between non-calls, I’ll post updates. In between, you can try to call me or use my alternative payment method – which by the way, I applaud those of you who used Amazon.com, WalMart card, and Chili’s dinner card to send me a tribute. I did restock my flavored coffee and chocolate with Amazon, my diet soda and sugar-free snacks and my blood test strips with WalMart, and will have my first dinner out in two weeks at Chili’s next Tuesday. Thank you all so much!
Kisses from Mistress Lila. Hang in there with me, and please keep trying!
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