One of the things that amuses my husband to no end is that, when I buy something new, I must wear it right away. (The sofa, I'll admit, was a challenge - but honey, I worked that thing like a $10 hooker...)
He is equally amused by how much it drives me crazy that he does not feel compelled to do this. Weeks will go buy before that new shirt sees the light of day. Shoes? He doesn't 'need' to wear them yet. Gah.
He is equally amused by how much it drives me crazy that he does not feel compelled to do this. Weeks will go buy before that new shirt sees the light of day. Shoes? He doesn't 'need' to wear them yet. Gah.
I just don't understand.
Nor will I ever choose to.
I am all about immediate gratification.
Which brings me 'round to today's topic - this fakakte blog template.
I wanted sprucing. I wanted beautiful. I wanted button-driven ecstasy. I wanted a clean and organized aesthetic.
And I got it all.
However...
What I also got was a encyclopedic manual of instructions, full of html this and PhotoShop that. It clearly is not in English, and if it is - it's not a dialect I am even remotely familiar with.
So, I'm living in this facade/shell (don't even get me started on the metaphysics of all this), and I feel like a bit of a blogo-squatter. Sure, it's pretty from the outside, but just don't touch anything, m'kay?
So, I'm living in this facade/shell (don't even get me started on the metaphysics of all this), and I feel like a bit of a blogo-squatter. Sure, it's pretty from the outside, but just don't touch anything, m'kay?
Foolishly, I thought I could fumble my way through; everyone else changes their headers all the time - how hard can this really be? Sheepishly, I'll now admit that it is, in reality, really quite difficult for me; I need help.
So, with it being a long weekend in my corner of the planet, I will endeavor to get it all together. I really have only two choices - to open up my page and wince again and again, or to prevail upon the services of my in-house techies before they head out on Sunday to wreak their charming brand of mayhem and frivolity on The Continent.
Now if you all will excuse me for a bit, I have a date with a very handsome geek.
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A quick clarification, lest conclusions get jumped to, or feelings get hurt: The Lovely Miss Rita from Coffee Shop Designs was a delight to work with, and gave me all the support she could. She is beyond reproach, and I would recommend her very highly. She is, to my mind, a miracle worker, with the patience of a saint.
Any deficiencies here are now strictly as a result of my slackitude/absence of skill set.
Also, because I am too embarrassed to ask her the same questions - again (for the 43rd time) .
Also, because I am too embarrassed to ask her the same questions - again (for the 43rd time) .
11 comments:
As a faux geek, you may call upon me should your resident geeks fail you.
PS ~ I adore you! Seriously!
You had me at fakakte.....
Thank God for the link on fakakte. Had no clue.
Also have no clue about the blog template stuff either, hence mine will stay the same way until I die or it dies, whichever comes first.
And what is it with men who take their new shirts, shorts, and flip flops, say, that their blogging girlfriend bought them to wear at Blog Fest, and not only do they not wear them to Blog Fest, but the new items are still in a bag in the back of the car?
Isn't this a serious infraction of the law, possibly a felony?
and the handsome geek was not the baron..
Countess D: Oh, my! What did I say?
I may be calling on your expertise. Or perhaps booking an appt. for a tutorial.
Countess MPM: You know that I only converted for the Yiddish.
Countess CBW: Felons, the lot of them. Let's send them to an island to forever wear their old clothes...hmmm...may need to rethink the punishment factor...
Baron: Learn some HTML and you move to the head of the geek line.
And then I will be all over you and your pocket protector.
I have been known to wear the shoes right out of the store, old ones in the bag. I have even opened a juice and box of Kleenex at the grocery store for a sick toddler, minutes into my shopping. Thankfully, I have not partook of the french onion dip and chips whilst shopping but who know, that ship hasn't sailed just yet. I think your blog is purdy but if it's like a car sitting in your driveway that you can't drive, you either have to figure out the stickshift or get an automatic.
Countess WhoIThinkIsStillVeryFun: Well said, milady! I have 'grinded my gears' long enough. Feh. Grinding is for coffee. I've got some of the annoyances well in hand, the others I will get to soon enough. As for the grocery store infarctions, you might have me beat.
As for the roaming munchies, 'tis a wise plan to never say never. Hugs to you, sweetie pie. Thinking about you.
OMG, I totally do that, too. I get home and immediately have to try everything on, and if possible, wear it somewhere IMMEDIATELY. Or swap the contents of my old handbag into my new one. Or apply new makeup this instant. And my husband? He won't even BUY new things,let alone wear them immediately. Christmas-gift shirts sit, tags on, until Easter. I don't get it. But I do like your blog template.
Glad you're back! THe only thing I usually have the restrainst to do is wash new clothing frist, but my teenage daughters don't even do that.
Dates with very handsome geeks rule!
The blogs looks wonderful, though the goose has thrown me for a slight loop.
Word verfi "refrabi," because he covers your barmitzvahs, batmitzvahs, weddings and football games.
Countess Meg: And show of hands as to who's actually worn stuff OUT of the store? Bueller? Bueller?
Countess FBMD: I will admit to getting a rash from the sizing they saturate every article of clothing with. But then again, I will also admit to a slight Benadryl addiction, so it all kind of evens out...
Count Cormac: LOVED the wf line!
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