I haven't written in this blog for a few days because I've been frustrated with it; there are things I want to do here that I can't figure out how to do because I am -- simply put -- the Village Idiot when it comes to things like this... I just want to write, OK? I don't want to learn how to design a blog. I paid to have my website designed because I knew it would take me 2 years to learn how do it myself (assuming I even could!). You have no idea how often people say "Why did you pay someone to do that? It's so easy!" and "Gee, my 3 year old grandson and I had my website up and running in an afternoon. ANYONE can do it."
Yeah, right. "Anyone" my butt. Your grandkid must be the next Mozart and you're probably qualified to become an aeronautical engineer for NASA.
It's the same with this blog. I want tabs, lots of additional pages... I want the tabs to say "About Maureen," "About Chicago," "Favorite Restaurants," "Maureen's Books," and maybe even "The Nastiest Right Wing Nutjobs in America and Why You Should Keep Your Eye on Them..." (yeah, that's a bit too long but you get the idea).
But I can't accomplish those few seemingly simple things.
I've been frustrated, even down... like lower than a snake's ass kinda' down... this reminds me of a chemistry class I once found my sorry butt laboring in... everyone was "getting it" but me. What a nightmare. I took a "D" in that class and gladly so; I deserved worse. Sister Judine, I am convinced, gave it to me out of pity and probably a big dose of fear that I might decide to repeat the class if I failed it totally. I'm not sure why she thought that (maybe I lied and told her that just to show her how much I was determined to "get it," dunno' but the truth is there was no way in hell I was ever going to put myself in that position again).
See, I'm a big believer in Clint Eastwood's iconic line in Dirty Harry: "A man's got to know his limitations."
It works for middle-aged fat women as well.
Some wisdom is absolute!
Back to the blog: I'll give it another go and then bring in some friends... I'd hate to be the only one in America who had to actually pay someone to set up a blog. I cried about my plight in Facebook today and already some friends are trying to come to the rescue. There is no one in the world who has the wonderful friends I have on Facebook. Sadly, however, I don't even understand their well worded instructions instructing me...
I'm wondering if I could be happy with just taking a D in blogging and moving on...?
What about you? Do you find this stuff easy or what?