Real Quick

I’m an intelligent woman. I haven’t a degree in Information Technology, nor do I want one, but I have received an honorary degree from Cyberspace this past year. Okay, that’s a lie. Bold faced lie, but I should have received one. I’m pretty impressed with my abilities to rock some of this ITGeek stuff all by myself. (Yes, I made up a name. I like the name. Geek’s are awesome.) *flexing her muscles* I’m currently swooning over those with a bit more IT ability than I. may not be a website yet, but I’m willing to create it. No, I’m not. Another lie. Worse than the last one. Can you imagine the drinking involved if I tried to do that? Seriously…

I just want to be able to manage this website, I so eagerly pay for each year, without becoming a complete and utter drunk. Seriously, I just want to write. I don’t want to sit here for days (okay maybe hours, probably minutes, before beginning this post) trying to figure out why WordPress is attaching any ol’ picture it wants onto my poem and shooting it on over to my Google+ profile. Honestly, it’s been about two hours. Sad, I know. Miserably, challenged in a few areas. This should and sounds like an easy fix.

Now, as much as I enjoyed receiving the Miracle Blogger Award, somehow it doesn’t send the right message when attached to a lost love poem. Ahhhh!!!! I don’t want white or gray hairs on my head and I’ve gotten a few by clicking buttons this evening.

I have this pain in my right temple and tequila isn’t helping it one bit. Anyway, if you don’t hear from me tomorrow it’s because I’ve passed out on my laptop, my phone or on my desk in front of the Apple. Don’t laugh if the lime juice has attached the lime slice to my cheek. Kindly, shake my shoulder and move along. Thanks.

Gotta run, my glass is empty and I’m headed back to the WordPress Help Center. I cannot promise that I won’t start hitting on people, if I don’t get this figured out soon. 🙂



58 thoughts on “Real Quick

  1. Hit the back arrow. Try again. Hit the back arrow. Try again. Drink. Eat the lime. Suck a lemon. Curse Word Press. Hit the back arrow. I am no help. Drink a beer. Maybe I am of some help, Red.


    • Problem is…the poetry gets a better response and makes me work harder to be better. When you meet me in person and I get a laugh out of you, well, same thing happens. I don’t give up. T’is why I worry about my book. I fear it won’t be what people expect. Here they expect poetry, in person they expect funny and I’m both…to some degree. Someone will be disappointed…which happens no matter what, I know. See, I’m rediculous. Pay no mind. Thank you for saying my poetry is awesome, Duke. You push me to be better. You have from the beginning. Yes, the bombing WP essentials. *wicked sparkle*


    • I do see what you mean, but…the professor does think your book will be good. I mean, it is the same person writing it. Of course it will be different from what you normally do! And that’s fine. You know, Audith, if you want, you could start writing little excerpts and short stories for the blog. That might help. I don’t know. Just a professorish suggestion!


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