When I decided to move the blog to this page I had to load software. Before tblog did it all for me. How hard could it be? Everyone else managed to figure it out, right? So, I downloaded Movable Type. Ok, now I know that it is next to impossible to do yourself but I didn’t know that at the time. I got all confused reading the directions and came to a drastic conclusion. I went and woke up the husband.
Me: I need help and after you help me you need to forget everything you’ve seen.
He never even batted an eye at that request. Does that mean that I’m normally that weird and he’s used to it or was he still asleep?
So I show him the MT software. He wants to know what I want it to do. I ended up having to explain blogs to him. I’ve kept mine a carefully guarded secret. I like to be able to write whatever I want without having anyone I know reading it. Now I needed him to help me and to help me he had to know the URL.
Me: It’s like a diary.
DH: Why would you want people to read your diary?
Me: (because of exhibitionist tendancies? liking feedback?) I don’t know.
DH: So, total strangers can read your diary and that’s ok but I can’t.
DH: Does your mom know about this?
Me: Oh god no. You should see what I’ve said about her sometimes.
We ended up deciding that MT was awful and downloaded WordPress. I was able to run that mostly by myself. But then I had to add the template and it wasn’t working right. He came back and very gently (like speaking to a crazy person) asked if I needed any help. Why would he think that? Just because I’ve been sitting in the same spot for hours muttering to myself?
Me: It doesn’t look right.
DH: I know HTML. I can help.
Me: (Ok, he programs for a living and does websites for fun…..)
DH: But you’ll have to let me see what’s wrong.
Me: Here, read the code.
DH: Let me see the site. You can cover anything you don’t want me to see with your hand.
Me: (aaawwww, how sweet. But, my hands aren’t big enough.) Ok.
He fixed the problems with as little stress as possible to me. He’s a sweetie but if he’s reading this I’ll kill him.