The Irks of Blogging for the First Time

So I've been told by many a people that I should blog. "Denise," they say, "I want to read your writing. I want to know what you're up to. I think your blog would be fun and creative. " "Do you rally think so?" I respond. "Ya, of course, and its really easy." "Hmmmmm. Well I'll think about."
So I thought about it. I said Denise, you like to write. You like people to know your thoughts. You like to give your opinion. You want to be a writer. What better way then blogging, getting out there and networking a bit. Who knows this could help you and motivate you to write your book. So I won myself over and decided ok, I'll blog.
Well that idea came and went with the craziness that is my life. But the other day I was suddenly inspired my good friend/roommate who started her own blog. I thought, wow she made it look so simple. There she is, she's online. She's blogging. Her thoughts are now a part of other peoples thoughts. So I decided that day that I would come home from work and start. I would become a "blogger".
Little did I know (what a simple, yet powerful and usually scary phrase) that this would become my Mount Everest of the internet/technological world. Someone like me who likes flipping the pages of a book over the scrolling of a sidebar should have known that something like this is not so simple and "easy" as it appears to be for others.
The realization that this will stick with you "ffffooorrreeevvvvveeeerrrr" (thank you Squints) is a little intimidating. Pick a name, pick a layout, don't like that lay out go to a webiste and switch it. Don't liekt hat one you just switched it to, its ok. Try another. Oh wait, its not working. Try again. Still not working. Maybe get out of everything and start all over. Nothing changed. Hmmmm maybe you still have the original copy lets copy something different just to make sure. Yep, its working. Hmmmm, well maybe I'm the exception to the rule. Lets try the FAQ page. Well that didn't help just like every other FAQ page. What made me think that would work? Hope. Well sometimes hope is overrated. So then what, well maybe the program has had its fun and done watching me suffer in agony and feel as though I'm definitely not smarter than a 5th grader. Nope, the mocking continues.
The hands go up in the air and come back down pounding the couch cushions. All the while an exasperated noise escapes as the head frustratingly hits the back of the couch barely missing the wall. Although, if it would have hit the wall it would have given more of an excuse to throw a tantrum, like the little child that you are slowly regressing to. But alas, no such luck. So what now? Maybe in all of that someone will show mercy and come help. A rescue. If I remembered moorse code I'd S.O.S. someone. Fortunatelty a kind Fairy Godroommie happened to turn her head in my direction and came over to help. There she was deleting 13 (could be more but we didn't start counting till a little later) of my failed attempts. and with a wave of her magic wand there it was the layout I had been trying to get for over an hour.
Ok I feel better now. I can do this. Whats next a picture? Are you serious. Another decision? It's liek that scene in You've Got Mail, "The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc". Now I do know how to make decision, but such things as colors, fonts, layouts, titles, pictures, are meant to take time. This is a serious matter. Well after picking one picture I, of course, decide to change it. So I pick the first picture I thought of (a very true to life picture unfortuntely, but hey it brings a smile to others). So I decide, I should crop it out. So I open this picture in another program to crop it and make it pretty. So I hit save and look i that folder I saved it to, and to my technological track record there was no change. "Nooooooooooooo. you've got to be kiding me." More grunts, more hands flaring, more frustration. It's a good thing I don't swear. So I try again, and again, and again. Finally I decide hey, I need to let other people of my woes. So I update my staus wnad with it a bribe and a plea for help. And wouldn't know it, that at that time my Fair Godroommie happened to have read it and took me up on my bribe and helped me out. Well she once again waived her magic wond and there we go. Saved as I had cropped it. (I woudl tell you how she did it but my pride has already been hurt enough. It's really embarrassing. I chalk up my stupidity to a long day.)
Ok upload picture. Oh wait how do I do that again? I need to write these things down. Ok here it is. Upload and done. Lets preview. What? The other picture is still there? I jsut want to blog. Why can't I just blog? A voice is heard from the left "Denise, you can still blog. you can continually update and fix things as you go." My fairy Godroommie is wise.
So here I am. I've been working on my unfinished blog for a few hours now. Barely have the basics, and still am not satisfied with how it works. But I have sucessfully completed my first post. I feel a though a great accomplishment has been made. Sure I didn't go biking (there was a storm that helped to prevent that) and I somehow missed dinner, and well it's almsot time for bed and still not in the shower. But I have posted. I have shared my thoughts, my opinions my struggles, my many irks about blogging and all the cra.... wonderful growing and learning expereinces its given me. Thank you blogspot for this most enjoyable memory that I will keep forever. (SIGH) I feel better.
Oh and to whomever might have actually read this whole thing, for future reference my posts may be as long or longer (I'm a writer and well if you knew my gene pool you'd understand) but they hopefully won't be so frustrated. Although, sometimes that makes for the best stories. DC Post-It out.