2.20.2012

How I enabled Facebook posts on my blog in 5 steps

So I had searched a few sites, tried a few things, but nothing seemed to work.  I have a customized Blogger template and I wanted to allow facebook comments on each post, not one post to the page (which is what the facebook dev page shows). There are a ton of other sites that reportedly show you how to accomplish setting up fb comments, but they didn't work for me.  Why?  I don't know.  Below, I'll show how I did it.  I'm not going to go through how to create a fb app, that part is covered on other sites and was never the issue for me. FB app id is not your FB user id.  All pasting is done after the found tag.


1.  Open blogger template html and find the html beginning tag. Inside it, paste this:



2.  Next, find the head tag, AFTER it, paste this (replacing YOURAPPID with the fb app id)



3.  Next, find the "body expr" tag and after it (replacing YOURAPPID with your fb app id), paste:



4.  Find "data: post.body" and after it, paste



5.  Save the template and you're done!  it worked for my template anyway.

2.02.2012

Things are different: Part 2

So where was I?  Oh yeah, I had just landed in Chicago and was trying desperately to get home.  Steph was in the hospital and she was only 32 weeks along.

I should mention, I'm writing this 3 years later.  I fully intended on writing part two, but for some reason or another, never got around to it.

Back to the story:  I locate the Budget Rent a Car facility and drive out of the airport, not really knowing where the fuck I'm going, because I've never driven from Ohare to home.  I usually fly from Chicago to Peoria (hey, I'm cheap.  I know ...it's like a 25 min flight).  So I'm driving ... and getting lost quickly.  I make what seems like 54 U-turns and find the interstate that goes south.  I don't recall which one, probably I-90?  By this time, it's easily midnight if not later.  Do you know what toll-roads are?  They're the way that IL robs people by way of annoying toll booths for each interstate.  I should mention, I don't carry case, let alone change when I travel. The reason?  It's one more thing to manage through the X-ray machines; don't bother with change.  Fuck change.  So I come across the toll booth, with no change and I'm in a hurry to get to Peoria.  The toll booth lady let's me pass!  Feeling pretty good, I drive on....

So at around 1:45am, the exhilaration of a free pass from the toll booth has long worn off and I'm chugging coffee from random gas stations, while driving.  I didn't hit any deer or racoons (racoons is another business trip to Chicago, lol.  There was literally blood on the rental car, lol!).  So I make it to the hospital at around 2:30am in Peoria.  Steph is pretty much sleepy or sleeping and I crash on the couch-thing they have there.

Around 8 or 9 the next morning, I get up and we get briefed on the status.  If I recall, Steph water hadn't exactly broke, but it was leaky.  Not sure how that works, but whatever.  So we wait.  No labor pains, no pain at all (that I recall Steph having). I, on the other hand, was pretty ragged from the adventure of getting home.  Not a lot happened for a few hours.  We ate breakfast, lounged around, watched tv (coincidentally, President Obama was in Peoria on that day) and we generally did a lot of waiting.  So after lunch, it was 'decided' that it was safe for me to go home, shower and let the dog out and feed him.  And that's what I did.  I drove the 30 minutes back to Metamora and let the dog out, fed him and took a much needed shower.  I remember not being the slightest bit worried about Steph going into labor.  Not a care in the world.  No labor yet.  And labor is something that takes hours and hours, I'd have plenty of time.  Plenty.  I get dressed and sort of look around the house and notice how quiet it is.  Afterall, this could be the last moments of peace around the house with kids coming.soon.  I drive the 30 minutes back to the hospital.  I hear the news report of possible traffic being backed up on I74 due to the President leaving town.  So I take an alternate route to the hospital.  I get there and park, go up to the 4th or 5th floor and walk into our room.

Both Steph and her mom say, "WHERE WERE YOU?"

For a split second, there's the reaction to be sarcastic.  I could say, " Oh, I stopped and decided to build a barn on the side of the road. You know, for the poor".  But I don't.  Instead I mutter out the obvious answer.

"I went home and fed the dog and took a shower.  What's going on?"

I look down and walk over to the chair to sit, not expecting what came next.

"You missed it, I had them." said Steph.

"What are y... WHEN?"  I say.

"About 20 minutes ago, it was real fast..."  said Steph.


You'll have to ask Steph for the actual events as I wasn't there.  Needless to say, I was in complete shock and I couldn't believe that I'd missed it.  I missed it, despite the accomplishment of making it home under cancelled flights and a 3 hour drive in the middle of the night.  Unbelievable.  That is the story of the birth of the twins, the race to get home and how I missed their birth.