It sounded so simple. Create a web site. Doesn't sound scary or intimidating in the slightest. Then I stepped foot in the waters of site creation and was swept away in the crushing current of web hosting, templates, security features, and other words that quite frankly seemed like pure gibberish.
The hubby and I thought we were handling it in the best possible way; let grandma and grandpa take the kids so we could focus all our attention on creating this most wondrous of web sites. In reality not being there prevented them from hearing their mother curse in a way that would've made the gruffest of truck drivers blush. I had ideas of how I wanted the site to look. It's not my fault the computer can't read my mind! Hasn't Stark Industries created some sort of electrodes I can attach to my head that allow the computer to extract the needed information? Get on that RDJ!
My husband is more capable in these matters than I am, however my Type A personality kept snapping at him every time he reached for the keyboard or tried to interject a suggestion. "DON'T TOUCH IT! I CAN FIGURE IT OUT!!" In hind sight I realize I benched my best player because of my idiotic need to do it myself.
But the site is up, and it looks pretty good. Sure, there are little flaws, but let's all pretend we don't see those. Like the fact that if you click on the featured images they will pop up large enough for you to see every pore, freckle, or blemish I may have. FYI, comments like, "dang girl! Ever heard of exfoliating?" will not be considered helpful, 'kay? Now that the initial creation is up, it's only going to get better. I'll work out all the bugs and will eventually figure out how to post pictures in a way that doesn't make me look like a 50ft amazonian woman.
And if you're wondering why I'm posting here now that the sites up, well that's because there's a link to my blog on the site. See? I have a trick or two up my sleeve! If you haven't viewed it yet, check it out at www.staceyrourke.com!