Man, do I feel like a MORON! Okay: Earlier I couldn't sign into my Google Calender; it just kept refreshing the sign in page but wouldn't sign me in. I went to the help section and tried several things, one of which was clearing my cookies and cache. Well, that did the trick. Great. So hours and hours later, after work (I work from home so it's the same computer) I decided to come onto BYC for my nightly visit. I went to the Index page of this forum, and everything was regular font, meaning nothing was in bold. You know how it appears in bold when something new is added? Well nothing was. So I'm kinda puzzled, thinking it was HIGHLY unlikely that no one posted since I signed off last night. I did remember rather quickly that I had cleared my cache and cookies earlier, but I still didn't get it. The most puzzling thing was that not only were no thread titles in bold, but when I clicked on a thread the "Post Reply" button was blank and unclickable. I was so confused. I jumped around the forum for quite sometime, dumbfounded as to how my clearing the cache and cookies could have caused THIS. I finally decided to PM a BYC buddy to ask if they had any idea what the heck I was doing wrong. That's when it hit me............. I wasn't signed in. I always keep BYC open in a tab in my browser and I never really sign out. I just close my browser at night and save all my tabs, and so I am always signed in. Well, when I cleared the cookies it obviously signed me out. I seriously don't know the last time I have felt so foolish. So PLEASE PLEASE I beg you! Somebody throw me a line here and share some really stupid things you've done so I don't feel so alone. I know we all have brain dead moments, fess up!
Did you see my signature line?? I was at our construction site, which newly turned dirt means, in my eyes, ROCKS! Lotsa rocks. So I was walking around with my head down, picking up the quartz and jasper pieces that I was seeing and ran right smack into the fence post. Couldn't be just the chain link, it HAD to be the fence post. Left a long red mark down the top part of my forehead, and the people I was with had a GREAT laugh. Ouch. But I got some cool rocks.
LJ I've done that exact same thing, literally, exact same thing... did I write a Being A Dummy For Dummies book and just don't remember or what? Deb I KNEW there was a reason I liked you! We get matching marks from our DOH moments... 'cept it's usually the door (the skinny side) or the ventahood that gets me.
Quote:I am close to being the biggest clutz on the planet. My co-worker has me beat. Last night she was in ER with a bone stuck in her throat. Surgeon on his way and the thing passed down to her stomach, not to mention the wood that bruised the top of her foot the day before.
i am brain dead myself. the other day i couldn't figure out how to spell animal and earlier on a thread i had asked someone if they had ever seen pics of my ducky.. idk why i just didn't post them from the beginning. LOL..
This is gonna sound kinda dumb, but here it is for what its worth.. I have a pair of Channel (sp?) sunglasses, had 'em for at least 5 years now (they cost a small fortune so you bet I take care of them, like OCD care of them) 2 days ago we were driving around, looking at homes for sale with all the kids. As usual, I was wearing my sunglasses, (I wear them everywhere since I have blue eyes that are very light-sensitive) as it got later, and darker, I pushed them onto my forehead. As we got closer to home, the last rays of the days' sun was in my eyes, so I put them on, pushed tight to my face to block out as much light as possible. When we pulled into the driveway, I started to prepare to get out, and started looking for my sunglasses. When I didnt feel them on top of my head, I started looking around my space. When I didnt find them right away, I started to panic- papers started flying, glovebox was getting frantically searched. I started saying, in a high pitched, worried voice "My sunglasses, my sunglasses, where are they?? Has anyone seen my sunglasses???" I looked at my DH, and of course he looked at me like I was completely insane- and even had the nerve to say to me, "Have you completely lost your mind?" Thats right about the time I realized they were actually ON my face. D'oh. I just sat back, shut up, and felt like a total moronic basket case. Oh well, I know my chickens wont judge me (cuz I'll never tell 'em! )
