Dear Bloggers,
I have become addicted to reading blogs. I read them for hours. I love it. I love to look at the pictures, and the creative layouts.
I decided to start a blog a few weeks ago, and I HATE the way it looks. I am a total newbie, and I was wondering how to make the title box thingy. Do you have any advice you could lend...or step by step instructions? ;D I am not out to conquer the blogging world, just ramble to no one in particular about the frustrations and joys in my day to day life. My problem...I'm OCD. I cannot write, because I am consumed with the self critical, mumbo jumbo going through my brain about how my blog looks. It's pathetic, and it's making me crazy.
(So much for getting past my psycho babble in my head and breaking free!)
So please, all you creative geniuses out there...HELP!!
It has just occurred to me that I only have one follower...Karen, any advice??? (BTW...thanks for being my one follower, you ROCK!)
So anywho...if anyone manages to read this, please lend me your advice, or as I said before, step by step directions would also be GREATLY appreciated!!
Sincerely,
Frustrated
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
The Deep End
Just do it...
one step at a time...
Oh my God! I have done it. I have broken through my paranoid, schizophrenic self talk and actually started typing!! Wooo Hooo. Sheesh. I'm such a neurotic baby. I've been staring at the computer screen "thinking" of what to type. Completely over-analyzing everything, as usual.
I need help.
Serious help.
I need a mental break.
I need a vacation from my life.
Don't get me wrong, I love my kids, my bf, my family and my dogs and sometimes, my job. But I have reached this place where I just feel like if I don't "DO SOMETHING", my head is going to pop off.
So since I can't leave my family, however dysfunctional it is, I decided I would blog. I was wildly excited at the thought...my little escape every morning before I go to work...(I get up 45 min earlier than I have to during the week, so that I can read blogs and feel a little more "normal")...could be utilized as my creative/venting session. And no one would need to know...
NOT.
My just turned 15 year old daughter logged onto the computer and said, "You started a blog?"
Me: "Huh?"
Madi: Turns the computer screen around. Blogger...big as life blares at me.
Me: "Oh that...I was just messing around."
Madi: "The Deep End?" Looks at me with that teenage, 'I know all' look.
Me: "I just thought I would try it. I made the page, but that's it."
Madi: "It says there are 2 posts."
Me: "They are drafts. Give me the computer."
Madi: She looks at me with this look like..."I'm going to read what you wrote...hmmmm...and then text all my friends about how ridiculously crazy you are."
Me: (inside my head that is ready to pop off) F@%&!!!
It never ends...there is no privacy, no moments to yourself. It's like trying to use the bathroom, ALONE, once you have kids...never again.
So anyways, after much deliberation with the voices in my head, I decided, "F IT!!" I'm jumping in...deep end, here I come!
one step at a time...
Oh my God! I have done it. I have broken through my paranoid, schizophrenic self talk and actually started typing!! Wooo Hooo. Sheesh. I'm such a neurotic baby. I've been staring at the computer screen "thinking" of what to type. Completely over-analyzing everything, as usual.
I need help.
Serious help.
I need a mental break.
I need a vacation from my life.
Don't get me wrong, I love my kids, my bf, my family and my dogs and sometimes, my job. But I have reached this place where I just feel like if I don't "DO SOMETHING", my head is going to pop off.
So since I can't leave my family, however dysfunctional it is, I decided I would blog. I was wildly excited at the thought...my little escape every morning before I go to work...(I get up 45 min earlier than I have to during the week, so that I can read blogs and feel a little more "normal")...could be utilized as my creative/venting session. And no one would need to know...
NOT.
My just turned 15 year old daughter logged onto the computer and said, "You started a blog?"
Me: "Huh?"
Madi: Turns the computer screen around. Blogger...big as life blares at me.
Me: "Oh that...I was just messing around."
Madi: "The Deep End?" Looks at me with that teenage, 'I know all' look.
Me: "I just thought I would try it. I made the page, but that's it."
Madi: "It says there are 2 posts."
Me: "They are drafts. Give me the computer."
Madi: She looks at me with this look like..."I'm going to read what you wrote...hmmmm...and then text all my friends about how ridiculously crazy you are."
Me: (inside my head that is ready to pop off) F@%&!!!
It never ends...there is no privacy, no moments to yourself. It's like trying to use the bathroom, ALONE, once you have kids...never again.
So anyways, after much deliberation with the voices in my head, I decided, "F IT!!" I'm jumping in...deep end, here I come!
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