Thursday, October 23, 2008

Times, They Are A'Changing

I have a question to ask you you ever want to change? I mean, you wake up, look around and say, "I need a makeover!" Well, that is exactly where I was. Yesterday I saw so many beautiful blogs and I was just so sad. I wasn't really sure how to achieve that most gorgeous look. My heart was filled with sadness.

Well, you know what a girl does when she needs a change - she goes shopping! I started looking at some of your blogs and saw some of the cutest backgrounds. And yes, I sinned...I envied you! Oh, I know, I've asked forgiveness now, so I'm okay!

There is this darling spot with so many cute and seasonal backgrounds for your blog called If you've envied too, this will take care of it and you don't have to feel guilty!

What does a girl do when she finds new products? She tries them out of course!

That's just what I did...I found this one and that one. Copied html codes, went here and there, logged on to my blog, lost everything, did it again...over and over and over again. I think you may be getting the picture.

I finally found a background I liked, but hey, I needed a header! I twiddled and copied and pasted and added fonts and froos froos. Then realized my font colors were all wrong! Shoot!! Finally got my font colors down and realized my beautiful background and header were too busy!! I closed down my blog and logged on again wondering if my eyes would light up with joy and glee! No no Nanette! I got a headache looking at my beautiful, or I thought was beautiful blog page!

What is a girl to do when hours have been wasted, fingers are tired and backs are breaking and her blog looks pathetic? She goes and eats ice cream with chocolate sauce. Yes, that helps more than you would know.

With a fresh new attitude about my blog and the stubborn determination in my soul, I tried again. This time I found another background that was easier on my most gorgeous eyes. And I looked around at your blogs and copied a bit here and there and made my own header with pictures of some of my favorite things. Hallelujah!

I think I liked what I saw!

So I'm asking you to tell me how you like my new look? Am I stylish looking? Are my colors okay? Does this layout make me look fat? Oh, Precious Ones, tell me the truth, but do be gentle...I just don't know how much more I can take!

Well, I can take one more thing. Last night in the middle of my frustration, a darling sweetie came into my life and gave me this 'badge'! Isn't it just the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? She told me I made her smile each day!! Me??!! Oh, thank you, Glenda, this is such an honor to me. My new blog will wear this proudly.

I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~
Times, They Are - Changin'

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesied with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

~ by Bob Dylan