Youngest was a HUGE help fixin' up the blog for me, and it feels much better. One minor glitch with my comments section, but I ain't complainin'.
I wouldn't dare complain after The Facebook Debacle of 2010. She helped me with that, and let me tell ya, it wasn't pretty.
Call it a wild hair, a whim, curiosity, or whatever, but I am now on Facebook.
I knew right off the bat that I could in no way set up my own account, and I would NEVER figure out how to navigate it.
I called on my Ms. Fixit, Youngest, to help poor ol' me out. She jumped right on this little project, and wishes now she had never heard of Facebook.
She set up my account on The Stream, and she's the one who changed my background. She went into The
Facebook Debacle with her eyes open.
I asked her a slew of questions about it before we started. That should have tipped her off that this was going to be as aggravating as the aforementioned projects.
If I said "I don't understand one word of what you just said" once, I said it a dozen times.
All interspersed with puzzled looks and blank stares.
One or two "you gotta be shittin' me"s.
Several "explain that to me one more time"s.
Fortunately for her, my grandbaby ran out of patience and put in to go home and go to bed. She showed me how to post pics and hauled Tater (literally) to her house, thanking her lucky stars for a cranky baby.
We did a repeat last night on this blog, complete with stupid questions and confusing answers.
She says this is my Mother's Day present and I can accept it as such.
One more problem this year with my social networking and I probably won't get a birthday present. Unless I hold out until the end of August. After I unwrap my gift I'll casually mention that I have a small problem with my blog......................