I was thinking about my journaling (blog) in the middle of the night last night and wondered why I hated the term 'blog'. Everyone uses the word and I bet most don't have a clue where this nonsense, no-meaning, made-up word comes from. Well here ya go: A blog (a blend of the term web log) is a type of website or part of a website. Blogs are usually maintained by an individual with regular entries of commentary, descriptions of events, or other material such as graphics or video. Entries are commonly displayed in reverse-chronological order. Blog can also be used as a verb, meaning to maintain or add content to a blog.
Most blogs are interactive, allowing visitors to leave comments and even message each other via widgets on the blogs and it is this interactivity that distinguishes them from other static websites.
Many blogs provide commentary or news on a particular subject; others function as more personal online diaries. A typical blog combines text, images, and links to other blogs, Web pages, and other media related to its topic. The ability of readers to leave comments in an interactive format is an important part of many blogs. Most blogs are primarily textual, although some focus on art (art blog), photographs (photoblog), videos (video blogging or vlogging), music (MP3 blog), and audio (podcasting). Microblogging is another type of blogging, featuring very short posts.
As of 16 February 2011 there were over 156 million public blogs in existence. So that's that. a blog is a way for us to write our histories, our thoughts, share a bit, question even more. I think we should come up with a better, classier word to describe what we are doing hour after hour. What about, let's say 'bogus log', 'begging log', 'blaring log', 'blathering log'', 'but log'. Or even 'barely there log' or maybe 'BS log'? Sorry just had to do it. Maybe something more positive in nature such as: 'Baron log", 'beautiful log', 'bonefied log'. Do I have too much time on my hands? Be Specific Log... Alright maybe I spent to much time thinking and not enough time writing. I'm number 157 million. I actually like: Bullfrog Log after Barney the Bullfrog in our pond out front.
With spring coming quickly and wedding season right behind, I had to get the gate designed, built AND installed. Poor Ron. We hear this comment often "Poor Ron".
A bride has chosen White Oaks for her June wedding. Oh My... The grass looks terrible, the garbage cans show between the empty fence posts... So we have replanted grass and now have a garden fence and new gate.
As you might know, flat anything is liable to catch my interest. So I go looking for cool stuff to attach to my new (new looks old) gate. Friends call it the crafty flypaper syndrome. Hey....I like it. See what you think.
This could be used as my headstone very appropriately.
So, Darcy, my beloved daughter (you've heard me talk about her before) looked at my blog and stated" I hate your colors and background of your blogs mom. It looks like an old sofa... Really? And I took forever building a original in Photoshop. Layers and layers and layers.
For those of you who work with Photoshop, you know how crazy lost you can get in between the layers. Forgetting to name and save.
Thousands of bloggers build their own designs for their pages. A lot don't because you can find instant and very well designed blogger designs for free. Of course I don't use the practical and simplest way to design a blog. I have to try to learn all the ins and outs of designing one. Sigh...
By the time I get a design done, I'm off on a tangent to see If I can make a better one.
So here are some sample and examples of the background and banners I have made.
What do you think?
And on and on I go.
Sigh Again...Why can't I ever be satisfied with something less time consuming and technical.
My imagination runs on hyper-drive. I exhaust my family with my next project or next “have to do” list or even just the simple task of ironing sheets for our next sets of guests.
“What the heck. You’re ironing sheets”? Yes, I iron sheets. Don’t get too excited. I just iron the top third. I’m not THAT crazy. At least I can admit it.
My problem is the above mentioned drive. When I imagine Ron and I visiting a B&B, I expect and imagine wonderful things. Turned down sheets, Lavender on my pillow, chocolate dipped strawberries to kiss goodnight. Magic.
Yummm…This could be the reason my personal expectations are a little high, as I run my own bed and breakfast.
I need a goal challenging me. I am often told my expectations are a bit unrealistic. Ya think? Maybe. maybe not. I still want my guests experience’ to become a very special memory.
The challenge becomes apparent as I find myself ironing sheets at nine thirty at night in the privacy of my bedroom with hubby trying to sleep. This challenge of balancing reality with expectation. With me, this is my biggest problem. Chasing the end of a very long rainbow. I want the magic. I want the rainbow. Sound ridiculous? I can just bet, most all high achievers find themselves in the same quandary.
Admitting it was my first achievement. The older I get, the (seemingly) less mind I have. The presence of mind and the ability to keep tasks under control and in line. I have to keep my tasks and to do list on an Actual List.
Sound simple? It’s not for me. I tend to run a lot faster than my mind can keep up and thus find I’ve run out of mind before running out of tasks. Whew! What a mouth full. But you know what I mean.
As I told and re-told my daily story to a friend, they began to laugh at the “I only iron the top third” phrase. I hadn’t realized this could, would and must be my very outlook on life. “I only iron the top third.” This leaves two thirds I just don’t have the time or even the need to worry about.
Soooo….I am going to paint my personal motto, place it above my bed. Each morning I will read and internalize. I only have one third of life to worry about today. Ta Da!
P.S. I’m just starting to paint the fall sunflower pillows…I only need four! They are actually done very well by Pottery barn. I wish I could take the credit.