Live Journal for Dummies?
You know, I've never considered myself a stupid person. But lately I think I must be falling into that category. I'm ashamed to say how long it took me to figure out how to post my very first journal entry. Even after my friend Gretchen emailed me with instructions, it took me a while. *sigh*
So here I am with my "free" account, and I'm noticing the links at the top of the page that say I can "post by email" with a paid account. Which is what I want to do. I shudder to think how long it might take me to find out how to pay for another account then to actually post a journal entry by email. That might possibly be more than my tired little brain can bear.
So I'm sitting here in my living room, watching NFL playoffs, trying to ignore my 12-foot tall Christmas tree, which is just begging to be taken down and put back in storage. What is it about Christmas trees after Christmas? After being the focus of attention for so many weeks leading up to Christmas, on December 26, my tree becomes little more than a pain in my backside. Twelve feet of ornaments that seem to multiply at an alarming rate each year. Yards and yards of ribbon garland waiting to be rolled up again. What seems to be miles of white lights begging to be put back in the storage boxes. Where's my motivation? Where's my initiative? I can't stand to look at the thing, yet I have no will to get off my couch, walk across the street to the funeral home, where they so kindly allow me to store my Christmas decorations in their attic, and retrieve the myriad of boxes required to store my precious Christmas decorations.
Oh, there's a commercial for The Amazing Race. I love that show! One of these days, I'm going to talk somebody into applying to that show with me. I could care less about any other reality show, but I will go out of my way to watch that one. And I'd love more than anything to be on the show. I just need to find a partner. Details details.
Okay, I'm going to see if I can figure out how to "post" this entry. Wish me luck. *crossing fingers*
So here I am with my "free" account, and I'm noticing the links at the top of the page that say I can "post by email" with a paid account. Which is what I want to do. I shudder to think how long it might take me to find out how to pay for another account then to actually post a journal entry by email. That might possibly be more than my tired little brain can bear.
So I'm sitting here in my living room, watching NFL playoffs, trying to ignore my 12-foot tall Christmas tree, which is just begging to be taken down and put back in storage. What is it about Christmas trees after Christmas? After being the focus of attention for so many weeks leading up to Christmas, on December 26, my tree becomes little more than a pain in my backside. Twelve feet of ornaments that seem to multiply at an alarming rate each year. Yards and yards of ribbon garland waiting to be rolled up again. What seems to be miles of white lights begging to be put back in the storage boxes. Where's my motivation? Where's my initiative? I can't stand to look at the thing, yet I have no will to get off my couch, walk across the street to the funeral home, where they so kindly allow me to store my Christmas decorations in their attic, and retrieve the myriad of boxes required to store my precious Christmas decorations.
Oh, there's a commercial for The Amazing Race. I love that show! One of these days, I'm going to talk somebody into applying to that show with me. I could care less about any other reality show, but I will go out of my way to watch that one. And I'd love more than anything to be on the show. I just need to find a partner. Details details.
Okay, I'm going to see if I can figure out how to "post" this entry. Wish me luck. *crossing fingers*