I realized the rather sad state of my kitchen cleaning on Tuesday. I was at Kingdom Kids scooping cookies off a cookie sheet when some crumbs dropped on the floor.
Instead of my immediate thought being to pick them up and throw them away, the first thing that popped into my mind was to call for Nala to come lick them up! :) Unfortunately, she was several miles away, most likely sound asleep in her little bed.
Nala is a great little helper in the kitchen. She'll pick up anything except lettuce and spinach leaves. The only problem is when she's so intent on being able to snatch up whatever falls on the floor that David and I almost trip over her in our little kitchen...
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The Couch, Girlie Movies, and lots of Tissues
This has been my life for the past couple of days. My sinuses decided to rebel against some allergen that was floating around, leaving me with a clogged up, foggy head.
I guess the nice thing is that I've gotten to lie around and try to get better. This is such a switch from college days. Getting sick while in college was such a nightmare because tests still occurred, papers were still due, and catching up always seemed impossible.
The horrid fall of 2006 comes to mind. I had I don't know how many sinus infections before my doctor sent me to an ENT who ran a CT scan. He told me that the anatomy of my sinuses were all messed up, that I had a deviated septum, and that I needed surgery. Yup. That was a fun semester. Can I just say that my grades weren't exactly the best? However, after the surgery, this crazy thing happened: I could breathe through my nose. And crazier than that, the number of sinus infections significantly decreased. :)
David's been wonderful about insisting that I rest and not do anything more than watch TV. He watched Becoming Jane with me (it's a movie about the life of Jane Austen), rented more Gilmore Girls DVDs for me, washed dishes, and hasn't complained about the lack of real dinners, the sink full of more dishes, or the fact that the only place to find clean socks and underwear is in the laundry basket (they've been washed; I just somehow couldn't put them in drawers until this afternoon).
But as much as I've enjoyed an excuse to watch hours of TV (specifically, girlie stuff that I try not to torture David with) and getting to sleep 10 hours (at least...), I was getting a little tired of walking around with the tissue box, blowing my nose, and talking with a stuffy nose.
Here's to life not sick :)
I guess the nice thing is that I've gotten to lie around and try to get better. This is such a switch from college days. Getting sick while in college was such a nightmare because tests still occurred, papers were still due, and catching up always seemed impossible.
The horrid fall of 2006 comes to mind. I had I don't know how many sinus infections before my doctor sent me to an ENT who ran a CT scan. He told me that the anatomy of my sinuses were all messed up, that I had a deviated septum, and that I needed surgery. Yup. That was a fun semester. Can I just say that my grades weren't exactly the best? However, after the surgery, this crazy thing happened: I could breathe through my nose. And crazier than that, the number of sinus infections significantly decreased. :)
David's been wonderful about insisting that I rest and not do anything more than watch TV. He watched Becoming Jane with me (it's a movie about the life of Jane Austen), rented more Gilmore Girls DVDs for me, washed dishes, and hasn't complained about the lack of real dinners, the sink full of more dishes, or the fact that the only place to find clean socks and underwear is in the laundry basket (they've been washed; I just somehow couldn't put them in drawers until this afternoon).
But as much as I've enjoyed an excuse to watch hours of TV (specifically, girlie stuff that I try not to torture David with) and getting to sleep 10 hours (at least...), I was getting a little tired of walking around with the tissue box, blowing my nose, and talking with a stuffy nose.
Here's to life not sick :)
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
46 Days
That's how long David and I shared a car. :)
We bought a second car almost 2 weeks ago, and life has seemed to get a lot simpler. Sharing 1 car is do-able, but it's not very convenient. Plus, little things were happening to David's car, like the driver's seat getting stuck a couple of times in my position...
Anyway, we found a 2000 Nissan Altima that seemed in decent shape with not a lot of miles, so we made an offer. Can I just say here that I have an awesome husband? :) He decided what we should pay and totally stuck to it. We even left when they didn't accept our offer. I thought we were finished with that car and started looking again, but the place called back twice. The first time they asked us if we wanted to pay what we could and finance the rest, and the second time they agreed to our offer. :) I totally would have caved, but David was determined to not pay any more than what we'd agreed.
Granted, the car is older and needed a couple of repairs, but David is working on those and doing a great job. The car also needed some serious cleaning. The dealership vacuumed the carpets and greased down the steering wheel and dash, but they didn't get all the details. I scrubbed the cup holders and had David completely take the backseat out of the car. I didn't even know you could do that. The people before us definitely had kids, and messy ones at that. There were food, toys, crumbs, wrappers, and just grossness under the backseat. Lysol's great :)
All in all, it's a pretty nice car (especially after being attacked by Lysol). It has leather seats, a sunroof, and the driver's seat raises. That's become a requirement in a car for me. What can I say, I'm short...
We bought a second car almost 2 weeks ago, and life has seemed to get a lot simpler. Sharing 1 car is do-able, but it's not very convenient. Plus, little things were happening to David's car, like the driver's seat getting stuck a couple of times in my position...
Anyway, we found a 2000 Nissan Altima that seemed in decent shape with not a lot of miles, so we made an offer. Can I just say here that I have an awesome husband? :) He decided what we should pay and totally stuck to it. We even left when they didn't accept our offer. I thought we were finished with that car and started looking again, but the place called back twice. The first time they asked us if we wanted to pay what we could and finance the rest, and the second time they agreed to our offer. :) I totally would have caved, but David was determined to not pay any more than what we'd agreed.
Granted, the car is older and needed a couple of repairs, but David is working on those and doing a great job. The car also needed some serious cleaning. The dealership vacuumed the carpets and greased down the steering wheel and dash, but they didn't get all the details. I scrubbed the cup holders and had David completely take the backseat out of the car. I didn't even know you could do that. The people before us definitely had kids, and messy ones at that. There were food, toys, crumbs, wrappers, and just grossness under the backseat. Lysol's great :)
All in all, it's a pretty nice car (especially after being attacked by Lysol). It has leather seats, a sunroof, and the driver's seat raises. That's become a requirement in a car for me. What can I say, I'm short...
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Ode to My Husband
I was talking with a sweet and wise friend this week about encouraging our husbands for working so hard and providing so well without always saying, "Thank you for working hard." I want to say thanks in different ways and in ways that will build him up and be applicable to what he's thinking about and going through.
So as I was thinking about this, God put this fun little idea in my head to write an ode to my husband. While it's a little Hallmark card cheesy and definitely isn't perfect, it's all about my wonderful husband. Those cards I read and try to pick out are never just right.
Anyway, here is my ode to my husband (to be read in a Dr. Suess-type rhyme), so that I can publicly encourage my husband as well (to the whole 3 people who read this blog...). I'm a total dork because I sent him a quick chat before he came home for lunch telling him that I had a surprise for him and then was really excited to read it to him over lunch. :)
An ode to my husband
Composed this afternoon,
Eagerly awaiting
His coming home soon.
Diligent is my husband
And persevering as well.
In light of this week,
Pride makes my heart swell.
With deadlines and meetings
and six to six days,
By end of this week
He'll be in a haze.
But how thankful I am
For your very hard work.
Your busy job means
We don't eat canned pork!
My hero, my sidekick,
My beloved, my friend,
I so cannot wait
Till this project you send!
Since oh how I miss you
On these very long days.
Your exhaustion and stress
Are not normal ways.
This weekend relaxing
And sleeping quite late
Shall be your reward
For meeting this date.
Hooray for my husband
And very best friend.
Such a great job you do-
You excel to the end!
Hip-hip for my hubby
Who provides oh so well.
I want all to know
So all shall I tell
Of how wonderful he is
And marvelous too.
Babe, I hope you don't mind
My bragging on you.
My very fun ode
This now shall conclude
To a husband so great
He will never be booed!
So there you have it. This Friday is a big deadline for David and his company, so he's been working some VERY long hours this week and last week. Only 2 more days! :)
So as I was thinking about this, God put this fun little idea in my head to write an ode to my husband. While it's a little Hallmark card cheesy and definitely isn't perfect, it's all about my wonderful husband. Those cards I read and try to pick out are never just right.
Anyway, here is my ode to my husband (to be read in a Dr. Suess-type rhyme), so that I can publicly encourage my husband as well (to the whole 3 people who read this blog...). I'm a total dork because I sent him a quick chat before he came home for lunch telling him that I had a surprise for him and then was really excited to read it to him over lunch. :)
An ode to my husband
Composed this afternoon,
Eagerly awaiting
His coming home soon.
Diligent is my husband
And persevering as well.
In light of this week,
Pride makes my heart swell.
With deadlines and meetings
and six to six days,
By end of this week
He'll be in a haze.
But how thankful I am
For your very hard work.
Your busy job means
We don't eat canned pork!
My hero, my sidekick,
My beloved, my friend,
I so cannot wait
Till this project you send!
Since oh how I miss you
On these very long days.
Your exhaustion and stress
Are not normal ways.
This weekend relaxing
And sleeping quite late
Shall be your reward
For meeting this date.
Hooray for my husband
And very best friend.
Such a great job you do-
You excel to the end!
Hip-hip for my hubby
Who provides oh so well.
I want all to know
So all shall I tell
Of how wonderful he is
And marvelous too.
Babe, I hope you don't mind
My bragging on you.
My very fun ode
This now shall conclude
To a husband so great
He will never be booed!
So there you have it. This Friday is a big deadline for David and his company, so he's been working some VERY long hours this week and last week. Only 2 more days! :)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
And Speaking of Acorns...
Here's the new blog background all ready for fall!
I love fall! I like the weather getting cooler and less humid and getting to wear jeans and sweaters and cute jackets! I also love being from Texas where I get chilly when the weather is in the lower 80s. :)
I love fall! I like the weather getting cooler and less humid and getting to wear jeans and sweaters and cute jackets! I also love being from Texas where I get chilly when the weather is in the lower 80s. :)
Enemy of Squirrels
I'm pretty sure squirrels hate my dog. I think if I were a squirrel, I probably would.
For one thing, my little hunting dog bays when she sees them and chases them up the nearest tree or telephone pole. I usually try to keep her quiet around our apartment, but every once in awhile I let go of her leash and let her chase them down. It's really pretty funny. She darts towards them and then runs and jumps around the tree like she's somehow going to climb it.
The other reason the squirrels probably hate Nala is that she's been eating acorns. All the rain lately has caused a plethora of acorns to fall to the ground. And while I'm thankful for all the trees around our apartment that provide some shade and good atmosphere, taking her outside gets a little interesting as she constantly tries to grab one to eat...
So there you have it. If the squirrels of the world start uniting against dogs, I have a pretty good feeling that they may come after Nala first. :P
For one thing, my little hunting dog bays when she sees them and chases them up the nearest tree or telephone pole. I usually try to keep her quiet around our apartment, but every once in awhile I let go of her leash and let her chase them down. It's really pretty funny. She darts towards them and then runs and jumps around the tree like she's somehow going to climb it.
The other reason the squirrels probably hate Nala is that she's been eating acorns. All the rain lately has caused a plethora of acorns to fall to the ground. And while I'm thankful for all the trees around our apartment that provide some shade and good atmosphere, taking her outside gets a little interesting as she constantly tries to grab one to eat...
So there you have it. If the squirrels of the world start uniting against dogs, I have a pretty good feeling that they may come after Nala first. :P
Monday, September 21, 2009
Panic Attack
David and I went to Elkhart/Palestine this weekend to visit my parents and for my 5 year reunion from high school. When we got back to Bryan, we decided to go through a car wash since we had hit so many gross love bugs on the trip.
We paid our $8 (for what ended up being a pretty crummy car wash) and drove in. As the water sprayers started going over us, Nala tried to climb from the back seat into the front seat. At first we scolded her, but then we realized she was shaking. We hadn't thought about how the car wash might be traumatizing for her... Anyway, I climbed into the backseat to try to calm her down while David grabbed my camera to record how much she was trembling. I was trying to calm her down, but at the same time, it really was pretty funny.
Here's the clip of poor Nala and her doggie panic attack :)
And for anyone concerned, yes, she's fine. She was panting a lot after we got out of the car wash, but she got dinner when we got home, so that made everything better!
We paid our $8 (for what ended up being a pretty crummy car wash) and drove in. As the water sprayers started going over us, Nala tried to climb from the back seat into the front seat. At first we scolded her, but then we realized she was shaking. We hadn't thought about how the car wash might be traumatizing for her... Anyway, I climbed into the backseat to try to calm her down while David grabbed my camera to record how much she was trembling. I was trying to calm her down, but at the same time, it really was pretty funny.
Here's the clip of poor Nala and her doggie panic attack :)
And for anyone concerned, yes, she's fine. She was panting a lot after we got out of the car wash, but she got dinner when we got home, so that made everything better!
Monday, September 14, 2009
Take Me Out to the Ballgame...
So I'm a little behind on the blog, but here's a fun catch-up story.
David won a raffle for Astros tickets at his work, and we got to go to the game last Saturday (5th) for really cheap. I used to go to games all the time with my grandma and aunt, but I don't think I've been to one since starting college.
I was just excited that he'd won because I'd been wanting to go to a game for a couple of years, but I was really excited when I found out that they were such awesome tickets that we never would have bought ourselves. They were 4 rows up from the field right above the Phillies' dugout. That was the only problem with the tickets. We ended up having some Phillies fans around us who cheered at all the wrong times. :)
It was a great game to go to because Hunter Pence hit a homer,
Roy Oswalt was pitching,
and they won in the bottom of the 9th with a come-from-behind victory!
Now we just need to get David to win some more tickets like that. I'd go for Aggies tickets, too. :)
A little explanation for this picture... I get made fun of at David's work. Well, I guess we both get made fun of because of our height difference (almost 1 foot). David has one of our engagement pics on his desk at work where we are both sitting down, and several of the guys at work think it's funny to say that the pic is deceptive since our heads are at the same level. One time after I visited him at work, he told me that later someone told him that he was surprised my feet could touch the floor in the chair I was sitting in.
Anyway, the other couple who won tickets mentioned that, so we took this picture of me standing on a chair next to David so that I would look taller. I still don't think it helps much! :)
And for any Astros fans out there, yes, that is an original Jeff Bagwell shirt, circa 1994. It's been well-loved :P
David won a raffle for Astros tickets at his work, and we got to go to the game last Saturday (5th) for really cheap. I used to go to games all the time with my grandma and aunt, but I don't think I've been to one since starting college.
I was just excited that he'd won because I'd been wanting to go to a game for a couple of years, but I was really excited when I found out that they were such awesome tickets that we never would have bought ourselves. They were 4 rows up from the field right above the Phillies' dugout. That was the only problem with the tickets. We ended up having some Phillies fans around us who cheered at all the wrong times. :)
It was a great game to go to because Hunter Pence hit a homer,
Roy Oswalt was pitching,
and they won in the bottom of the 9th with a come-from-behind victory!
Now we just need to get David to win some more tickets like that. I'd go for Aggies tickets, too. :)
A little explanation for this picture... I get made fun of at David's work. Well, I guess we both get made fun of because of our height difference (almost 1 foot). David has one of our engagement pics on his desk at work where we are both sitting down, and several of the guys at work think it's funny to say that the pic is deceptive since our heads are at the same level. One time after I visited him at work, he told me that later someone told him that he was surprised my feet could touch the floor in the chair I was sitting in.
Anyway, the other couple who won tickets mentioned that, so we took this picture of me standing on a chair next to David so that I would look taller. I still don't think it helps much! :)
And for any Astros fans out there, yes, that is an original Jeff Bagwell shirt, circa 1994. It's been well-loved :P
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Guess Who Stepped in Gum?
Yup. Nala.
She was biting her paw last night, and when I looked at it, there was something blue on one of her nails. Now I'm not sure where she stepped in gum or how she only got it on only one nail, but she did. So David came to help me pick the gum off and snip a few hairs. Nala definitely appreciated the treat afterwards, since it was such torture, you know. :P
Monday, August 31, 2009
Apparently We're Getting Old...
David and I both woke up around 8:00 on a perfectly good Saturday morning to sleep in. I never wanted to get to the point that my body was adjusted to 6am Monday-Friday...
There may have been another reason we stayed awake though: the apartment above us was doing laundry and we could hear all the noises of the washing machine quite well. Who does laundry at 8am on a Saturday morning???
But I guess I can't complain about that apartment too much. They play a big part in insulating us from the hot sun and keeping our electric bill pretty cheap! :)
There may have been another reason we stayed awake though: the apartment above us was doing laundry and we could hear all the noises of the washing machine quite well. Who does laundry at 8am on a Saturday morning???
But I guess I can't complain about that apartment too much. They play a big part in insulating us from the hot sun and keeping our electric bill pretty cheap! :)
Friday, August 28, 2009
Limbo Land
David and I've had some circumstances over the past few months that have led me to think of our life as being in "Limbo Land." We're not really sure why things have happened nor do we have any idea what our life will look like anytime in the near future. This is definitely a growing time.
The definition of "limbo" is: an intermediate, transitional, or midway state or place.
The more I started thinking about "Life in Limbo Land," I realized that, as a believer, my life is always in limbo. I don't mean that in a negative, pessimistic way; I simply mean that my life is always changing as I strive to become more like Christ through the process of sanctification. I don't want to stay the way I am. I want to be constantly learning and growing so that my life is a reflection of Christ's. I want my life to be "transitional" (to take from the very definition itself).
I also know that this life on earth is not my final place. I'm eagerly awaiting the day Christ returns and believers get to spend eternity worshiping God. Therefore, to use another word from the definition of "limbo," my life here is an intermediate or midway place.
Therefore, if I want my life to be transitional and this earth is only an intermediate place for me, wouldn't that mean that my views of "Limbo Land" should be not only positive, but also joyous?
James 1:2-4 reads:
2 Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3 because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. 4 Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
Not that I've been joyous throughout this whole process, but I truly desire to have a spirit that is "overflowing with thankfulness" (Colossians 2:7) and a heart that trusts God completely. It's not like life is going to get simpler or have any fewer transitions and questions.
Maybe I should rename my blog... :)
The definition of "limbo" is: an intermediate, transitional, or midway state or place.
The more I started thinking about "Life in Limbo Land," I realized that, as a believer, my life is always in limbo. I don't mean that in a negative, pessimistic way; I simply mean that my life is always changing as I strive to become more like Christ through the process of sanctification. I don't want to stay the way I am. I want to be constantly learning and growing so that my life is a reflection of Christ's. I want my life to be "transitional" (to take from the very definition itself).
I also know that this life on earth is not my final place. I'm eagerly awaiting the day Christ returns and believers get to spend eternity worshiping God. Therefore, to use another word from the definition of "limbo," my life here is an intermediate or midway place.
Therefore, if I want my life to be transitional and this earth is only an intermediate place for me, wouldn't that mean that my views of "Limbo Land" should be not only positive, but also joyous?
James 1:2-4 reads:
2 Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3 because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. 4 Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
Not that I've been joyous throughout this whole process, but I truly desire to have a spirit that is "overflowing with thankfulness" (Colossians 2:7) and a heart that trusts God completely. It's not like life is going to get simpler or have any fewer transitions and questions.
Maybe I should rename my blog... :)
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
One Car Family
David and I sold my car last Monday to get rid of a car payment, lower our car insurance, and generally just save money. But here's the catch: not only do we have to coordinate errands and figure out who gets the car on what day (not too big of a deal), David's car is a stick shift.
He had given me a few lessons when we started talking about selling my car, but I definitely had a crash course. I'm pretty certain that David had his doubts and was concerned that his car wouldn't survive the lessons, but it has. He's a wonderful teacher, giving encouragement and challenges at exactly the right time, but I don't hesitate at all to let him drive whenever we're together.
So, here are a few of the more interesting aspects of driving a standard car:
~I hate hills now. I never used to think about them, and while the animosity has been slowly decreasing, it still causes stress. It's especially bad when someone decides to pull up right on my bumper at a stop light (at least, that's how it appears to me...). Funny how something as little as learning how to drive a new car has produced a greater dependence on the Lord as I beg Him to help me not roll backwards into the car behind me! :)
~David and I have to allow a couple of extra minutes when we get in the car for readjusting EVERYTHING! This has nothing to do with the fact that it's a stick shift; it's just that 2 people who have a difference in height of almost 1 foot are sharing a car.
~If you've driven a standard, you know that it takes a minutes to shift into first gear. Well, what makes this interesting is our timing in deciding to go to a 1-car family. You see, thousands of people have been making the yearly voyage back to this great town, and some of them have a tendency to be, well, impatient. David got honked at earlier this week as he was going into 1st gear at a stop light, and he's a MUCH better driver than I! So there's a little bit of anxiety, especially at lights, that I'll take too long, get honked at, and stall out, thereby causing even more honks. Thankfully, the Lord is merciful, and that hasn't happened yet.
~I guess one of the good things about driving a stick shift around town is that my mind definitely stays more engaged. I'm sure that this will get to be more second nature, but I'm constantly calculating which gear I should be in according to the speed. I can't just coast anymore and accelerate when I want. I have to downshift and figure out what gear I need to be in so that I can accelerate again.
That's been one of our latest adventures, and I sure there will be many, many stories with me driving a standard... Have I mentioned that I left tire marks on the little hill in a parking lot when David was teaching me how to stop and start on a hill? oops...
He had given me a few lessons when we started talking about selling my car, but I definitely had a crash course. I'm pretty certain that David had his doubts and was concerned that his car wouldn't survive the lessons, but it has. He's a wonderful teacher, giving encouragement and challenges at exactly the right time, but I don't hesitate at all to let him drive whenever we're together.
So, here are a few of the more interesting aspects of driving a standard car:
~I hate hills now. I never used to think about them, and while the animosity has been slowly decreasing, it still causes stress. It's especially bad when someone decides to pull up right on my bumper at a stop light (at least, that's how it appears to me...). Funny how something as little as learning how to drive a new car has produced a greater dependence on the Lord as I beg Him to help me not roll backwards into the car behind me! :)
~David and I have to allow a couple of extra minutes when we get in the car for readjusting EVERYTHING! This has nothing to do with the fact that it's a stick shift; it's just that 2 people who have a difference in height of almost 1 foot are sharing a car.
~If you've driven a standard, you know that it takes a minutes to shift into first gear. Well, what makes this interesting is our timing in deciding to go to a 1-car family. You see, thousands of people have been making the yearly voyage back to this great town, and some of them have a tendency to be, well, impatient. David got honked at earlier this week as he was going into 1st gear at a stop light, and he's a MUCH better driver than I! So there's a little bit of anxiety, especially at lights, that I'll take too long, get honked at, and stall out, thereby causing even more honks. Thankfully, the Lord is merciful, and that hasn't happened yet.
~I guess one of the good things about driving a stick shift around town is that my mind definitely stays more engaged. I'm sure that this will get to be more second nature, but I'm constantly calculating which gear I should be in according to the speed. I can't just coast anymore and accelerate when I want. I have to downshift and figure out what gear I need to be in so that I can accelerate again.
That's been one of our latest adventures, and I sure there will be many, many stories with me driving a standard... Have I mentioned that I left tire marks on the little hill in a parking lot when David was teaching me how to stop and start on a hill? oops...
Friday, August 21, 2009
Ever Changing and Never Perfect
So I've decided to start a blog. I've been thinking about it for a while because I have so many friends who now live in other cities, countries, and continents. While I enjoy reading about their day to day lives, they know absolutely nothing about what is going on with us. So yes, it's yet another networking tool. What did we do before computers, internet, and cell phones? I also wanted a place to chronicle random stories that may not be remembered otherwise.
However, I've been putting off starting a blog because I'm a perfectionist. I knew that I would want it to look just right with the cutest background and most fun fonts. I also knew that it would take me a long time to get everything just right.
Well, I sat down this afternoon to get it all set, and I learned several things:
1) Blogs can get super expensive! I found some cute backgrounds for free, but I thought I wanted something a little more fun. I found sites that would sell their apparently amazing blog templates for anywhere from $25 to upwards of $100! That's when I decided that I would just stick with my freebie background. Granted, I couldn't find a matching banner for the title and I think the font is boring, but I'll live.
2) Like almost anything else involving the internet, a blog can be super time consuming! I just spent way too much time trying to find a background and banner. The really sad thing is that after all the searching, I stuck with the one I had picked out at the beginning...
3) My blog can be a process. I can change it as I want to and it doesn't have to be perfect right away- or ever...
So here's to my ever-changing, never perfect, attempt to keep up with friends... Blog. :)
However, I've been putting off starting a blog because I'm a perfectionist. I knew that I would want it to look just right with the cutest background and most fun fonts. I also knew that it would take me a long time to get everything just right.
Well, I sat down this afternoon to get it all set, and I learned several things:
1) Blogs can get super expensive! I found some cute backgrounds for free, but I thought I wanted something a little more fun. I found sites that would sell their apparently amazing blog templates for anywhere from $25 to upwards of $100! That's when I decided that I would just stick with my freebie background. Granted, I couldn't find a matching banner for the title and I think the font is boring, but I'll live.
2) Like almost anything else involving the internet, a blog can be super time consuming! I just spent way too much time trying to find a background and banner. The really sad thing is that after all the searching, I stuck with the one I had picked out at the beginning...
3) My blog can be a process. I can change it as I want to and it doesn't have to be perfect right away- or ever...
So here's to my ever-changing, never perfect, attempt to keep up with friends... Blog. :)
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