The Queen Has (Finally) Spoken!

So, I've finally gotten a blog. After months of hard deliberation...staying up half the night, tossing and turning about the daunting task ahead...fretting about the host site, the title, the name, the byline, the header, the footer, the font, the font size, the font color (not to mention whether or not Porkey at the end of the bed would stop snoring or not...)

I did it. I finally decided enough was enough. I plomped down in the fraying desk chair and squeezed my eyes shut in fear of the big, scary blog site. I painstakingly drew out everything in anticipation of the blog looming over my head. I typed in http://www.blogspot.com/ with one finger, and slowly let go. I let one eye open first, then another. I was greeted by a big, cheery smiley face. Well, that wasn't that bad.

I knew that wasn't even the half of it though. It was going to take me forever to make some progress to even get this thing off the ground. Like my father always said, blogs don't just grow on trees.

Huh. Weird. It took all of three seconds.

Who knew? Actually, considering my family's technological background, this little incident shouldn't have come as a suprise. My mom can't even figure out "how to get the durn thing on." Don't even get me started on my grandparents.

They still think it's 1942.