My Blog Archive Problem & A Sweet Deal

Okay I have never done this before. But the lack of helpful responses from blogger for over a week since I started posting questions about my problem is driving me crazy! So I turn to you IF blogosphere, for I am sure you are all far more blog-savvy than me, for help.

See my blog archive on the right? Well it used to list the months and then the number of posts for that particular month in brackets. AND for the current month the title of the posts would appear too. Now as you can see it just lists this year with only 46 posts. Well BLOG ARCHIVE there are actually 49! If my dashboard can get it right and these posts are actually posted here in front of your very eyes, why can't you? Why did you change on me over night? Ever since July began you've changed. I no longer recognize you. Why? What happened to you blog archive?

You see I have tried everything to change you back to your original layout. I checked my settings and they were exactly as before. So. I changed them. And then I changed them back to what they were to see if it would have an effect. No, it did not. You remain 2009 (46). This is just wrong Blog Archive. I demand you revert to your former self! I demand you do as your settings command you!

In my quest to get to the bottom of your strange behaviour, I have searched high and low. And indeed I did find something that spoke of this same inexplicable occurrence. I found it in the Known Issues section of blogger help BUT (and here is the twist in the tale) this KNOWN ISSUE was apparently fixed in 2007!!!!  Mysterious? Spooky? No. Just plain IRRITATING!!!

So if any of you out there have any suggestions, solutions or alternatives PLEASE contribute below. And just to sweeten the deal - if anyone can actually solve this, I will send you a box of Parisian treats (that travel well and have a low risk of squishing or curdling) as a token of my appreciation.

Sore Feet

It was her first time in Paris. So she bought a guidebook. And her camera.

She wanted to do it all. She wanted to see everything. She wanted to eat every delicious morsel of French food she could. First she wanted to see the Eiffel Tower.

Then it was off to the Arc De Triomphe. She even went to the top. And courtesy of her pregnant travel mate, she didn't have to walk up the 346 stairs or so. She got to travel up the arc de triomphe in non-perspiring style, par ascenseur. Yes, she thought the world is full of small blessings.

She wanted to walk down the Champs Elysees. She wondered if she could afford to buy anything at the glittering shops lining the boulevard? The short answer was no. But she was an experienced window-shopper and she took in all there was to see.

She wanted to see the Louvre. She wanted to see the Mona Lisa. She wanted to see all the Masters. From Da Vinci to Titian to Delacroix to Caravaggio and more...

She perused the Egyptian antiquities and on to the other worlds of Etrusca, Greece, Rome, Byzantium and Assyria. It was endless.

She wanted to linger in a Parisian bookshop. She pretended to be intellectual and literary. But she just bought two cookbooks. Her darling husband seemed to be pleased with these purchases.

She wanted to add to her wardrobe. A few choice items from Paris might be just what she needed. A whirlwind trip to Galerie Lafayette was undertaken. Exhausted husband with the patience of a saint in tow. She looked and she looked. She found! Oh two beautiful dresses. And in the sale! Each with 40% off! She was VERY pleased. Mission fashionista had been accomplished. 

She had wanted to visit the Sacre-Coeur, Notre Dame, the Sorbonne, the Institut du Monde Arabe, the Shakespeare & Co bookstore.. oh and not forgetting the Maison Berthillon which she had heard had the best ice-cream in Paris. So much she wanted to see, to do, to taste. But alas, there was only so much her feet could accomplish in a day. She would need to pace herself.

Eating in Paris

So here I am in gay paris for the very first time! I've already overdosed on bread and cheese and I'm planning to overdose on various kinds of crepes today. And I have a very good reason for doing so...

I thought this break in Paris would be the perfect medicine for my TWW. I thought that a week in an interesting city would be just the ticket. I thought an all expenses-paid trip courtesy of Mr.T's work would be heaven. But. There's always something isn't there? While sitting in the airport lounge waiting to board our flight, Mr.T leans over and says 'I forgot to tell you something. My colleague's wife (who we're traveling to Paris to spend the week with) is pregnant.' What? I say. Why didn't you tell me before? I forgot, he shrugs. Err... okay, this will be okay. I can do this, so she's pregnant, so what? Apart from the fact that every person I seem to come in to contact with recently is pregnant. Will you be okay? Mr. T asked me. Yeah, I'll be fine, don't worry.

And I was. At dinner I asked questions. I spoke with her at length and I was encouraging and smiling. But. She is going through the difficult food phase - so we had to stop at loads of different snack and food places on the way to find something for her to eat. Don't get me wrong. She is lovely and so is her husband. I enjoyed talking with them both. I enjoyed taking in the warm Summer Paris evening with Mr.T. Even if it was to stop off at every food stall in a square mile that we could find. But. It was a cruel reminder. I thought I was coming here to escape the whole TTC nightmare. To stop the constant imagining-pregnancy-mind games that my subconscious loves to indulge in during this time. But if we're gonna be eating constantly, I guess I could do a lot worse than Paris.

Now we're off to the Eiffel Tower and then the Louvre. Hopefully the overwhelming magnificence of both these places will render my subconscious silent. If not, I will render it silent myself by over indulging in some of Paris' most delicious patisseries, crepes, fromages and gateaux. Especially since we'll be stopping by nearly every food and beverage establishment anyway. Vive La France! And vive to eating your way out of difficult situations...