I’ve been in a knock-down drag out this morning with my very own little blog site. I got a big bright idea that I would try changing the template on my own. Remind me next time I try that, that I’m not technically savvy. Remind me that I don’t even know how to email pictures without a lot of wailing and gnashing of teeth. Remind me that my 8 yo is teaching me to use the iPhone.
And at one point, blogger had me wrestled to the ground. Pinned down and counting to ten backwards. Begging for mercy. I couldn’t find about half my blog. Do what? I could barely breathe. Where for the love of pro wrestlers is my blog? Where are my nonsensical rantings about ADD and makeup and southern girls? How will I live without the post I did on the Waffle House?
I started silent screaming…..and hitting the computer keys full force. And praying and vowing to finish the book of Job TODAY…if you’ll just find my blessed little blog….. WHICH CONTAINS ALL MY THOUGHTS AND DREAMS AND RECIPES AND I DONT ‘KNOW…EVERYTHING WHICH I HAVE WRITTEN DOWN FOR THE PAST 6 MONTHS. Please blogland. Please help me. Can someone help me? ( I know I have a tendency toward the melodrama). I won’t be greedy with colors or three column templates. I’ll just be content with what I have. I don’t mind being a mom blogger.
and just when I had almost given up, the texts of my posts began to load. And that’s when it dawned on me. I should print or save or do something with some of the stuff I cherish. Like the post where I lament that my son is graduating….and the post where I compare Stevie to an oak tree……and the post where I chronicle in painful detail the daily life of this homeschooler. What would you do if you lost all the contents of your blog?
So this is where we stand. I can see the light of day, but I can’t get up. I just want my blog back the way it was. Be patient as I perform a few wrestling moves on blogger today. Thank goodness my brother taught me the pile driver.
My WWF name: Crusher Gracewell
Incidentally, my brother used to take me to the armory with him to watch pro wrestlers and I have in fact seen Crusher Blackwell in person. Watching pro wrestling is like the culinary equivalent of eating at Golden Corral. So don’t tell me no lies, have you ever seen a pro wrestler in person? Do you know the specific names of any wrestling moves I can perform today on blogger? Thank you for your confession. God bless you.
P.S. On second perusal, this cream color with the blue writing is singing to me…..I’m trying to figure out what song…maybe Cheap Trick’s ‘I want you to want me’ or perhaps a song I wrote called ‘I’m a serious blogger except for all the references to lipgloss and Texas and hair and King Tut videos’. I could possibly like it…but I need like a banner with owls and birds and vintage fabric and such. And I want sections at the top like ‘about me’ and ‘cooking’ and ‘theology’ and ‘lip gloss’. I think lip gloss needs it’s own category. Who knows next time you click over to this blog, there could be a picture of me with eighties hair and leg warmers as my header. Steve says, “It’s like you’re painting your blog, huh?” Yeah, and we all know how crazy I get when I’m painting.