Power to the grammies!

I did it! I am empowered! Technology will not conquer me...I am Grammy-hear me roar!

You'll have to forgive me. I have spent nearly eight hours figuring out how to do something on my computer, and I did it. By myself. I didn't call anybody or email anybody, and I only cried two or three times. And I did it! Bring it on, cyber world. I am ready for you. Granddaughter is coming down this evening to set up her own blog, and I am so ready for her. Because there is nothing we can't figure out together. Yeehaw!

See, there a lot of really neat blogs I have stumbled on and want to follow, and couldn't figure out why some of them appeared right on my blog, and some of them showed up in my Google Reader. And I really wanted all of them on my blog. And I finally got it the way I want it. And I am so proud of myself!

Sorry for all the backslapping. Those of you who were born and bred on technology may not relate, but I bet there are a few who can. I grew up with wood stoves and a pump house and even, early on, an outhouse. (I remember my dad telling somebody we had four rooms and a path. Get it?) And I have had a deep-rooted suspicion of technology. My oldest son has tried to give me this computer for two years, ever since he got himself a new laptop. And now I am having a ball, finding things and learning things and doing things myself that I didn't think I could. And I think this is a good thing.

So now I feel a lot more able to help granddaughter set up a place where she can express herself. And it makes me feel good.