Hi. Soooo, what am I doing? I’m not sure. Just go along with me, ok? I am determined to make this work for me. You know, just the usual chat between us. No big design news, no gossip (what’s that)… simply my good ol’ release of conversation to anyone lisetning. Like me. Moment of truth — how is this going to publish.
Do you Mind?
Hi again. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m trying to get back into writing things in here. Facebook friends don’t care really. It’s another era. I just want to chat a bit. I wanna ask you guys things. I miss that.
SO. If I were to continue things from the past, as in FMG stuff… what the heck could I make? What kind of graphics does anyone need anymore? I’m kind of lost. It’s all so sterile. right? How can you stand out, be different, be an individual on the web? Help me out, ok? Let me know my friends XOXO
Rain on My Glasses
Alrighty… I followed the instructions. Type. Ok, Still messin’ around until I kind of know what I’m doing…. ya, I’m gettin’it… YAY.
(sort of)(oh, it was raining this a.m. and my clean glasses got wet) :(
Oh hi
testing, i guess…
Alrighty, I’m typing in this format. Kind of weird, I feel like an *old* person struggling (which I am).
I feel the need to lay down.
When to delete a blog?
Tonight I was thinking about deleting this blog. How long do I leave this up for just anyone to read the last 15 yrs of my life? Especially in the earlier years. When I first started blogging (yes, I just said that), very few people knew what a blog was.
“It’s a what?”
“Kind of like a diary.. a journal, and you write it online for other people to read. And they have a blog, and you read theirs. And comment. Kind of like a conversation, only not.”
“oh.”
My Mom even started blogging. At one point she was one of the “oldest bloggers” around. She was in her early 70s and Time magazine even called her for a little interview. She was extremely proud of that and would tell people that she was “published.” She’s in a nursing home now. Blogging years later, through a sequence of events, she was confined to a wheelchair and couldn’t take care of herself. So she moved to an assisted care residence. We fixed it all up, very cozy, and she had her computer – her lifeline (besides me) and where she spent most of her time. Shortly after, it was determined that she needed more than they could do for her. She needed a place that offered more care and so that she could get intensive physical rehab. She didn’t improve with her PT and moved to the “skilled nursing” part of the residence… ya, this is a lot later.. tying up loose ends on this blog. Sounds weird… later.
Tracy Chapman
Oh lordy! Where the heck am I?? Do you know how long it’s been since I was in WordPress?? VERY long! Let me just paste this video and see what happens, then we’ll talk, k?
Video, Tracy Chapman & Pavarotti
