Because sometimes I have things to say that have nothing to do with banana bread.
First, let’s talk readers. Yes, I’m one of those die-hard Google Reader fans. I read A LOT of blogs. And some of them, particular the DIY ones, I skim. You know the ones that are mostly pictures or compilations of other DIY’s on the internet? Well, I could just scroll my happy self through days and days of a blog.
So, when that ended I tried BlogLovin’. First of all, what is up with that “only show three at a time” feature? I googled it a couple of times, and found nothing. There’s probably a trick somewhere that changes it, but I’m too impatient to figure it out. The little blurbs introducing the posts were cute and eye-catching, but I had to click to get to the actual post. And after I read the three posts available to me, I had to refresh the page a bunch of times to get it to show me new blurbs. Hassle.
Then I switched to Feedly. Wierd name, but I gave it a shot. Again, sooo many clicks. I like to read blogs on the tablet (as opposed to the computer), and sometimes the tablet doesn’t pick up on my selections. I end up click-click-clicking until I finally open up one post. Goooooosh.
It got to the point where I didn’t even want to read blogs anymore. And that’s a darn shame, because they have been daily part of my routine since my daughter was born.
Then this girl, mentioned The Old Reader. In addition to being one of my (and many others’) all-time favorite bloggers, she saved my blog readin’ time by pointing the way to the closest thing to Google Reader. Thanks, Jessica.
Try it folks, especially if you’re not a fan of all the click-click-clicking.
Wow, I had a lot to say about that.
How do I transition to the royal baby?……like that?
When I woke up this morning, and didn’t yet know she was in labor, I made a mental note to check on it. Yep, I’m one of those people. No, I didn’t watch the wedding, but really I’m just dying to hear the name.
Anyways, I thought to myself, it’s probably days away, she could be as late as I was. TEN DAYS LATE. And then it hit me, nobody is that late. I’ve never heard of a single person, before or after I became a mother, who was that late.
I remember staring at my daughter’s bassinet thinking, is it possible to just never go into labor? Like my body doesn’t know how?
I did eventually get an inducement date and did actually go into labor naturally. But– ten. days.
Here’s the best part: my husband has a weird sixth sense about things. When I didn’t go into labor on my due date, he looked at me and said “It’ll be another ten days.”
Yep. I don’t know which is more shocking, that I didn’t lose my mind right then and there, or that he was spot-on.
If you have children in the future, I wish you a prompt delivery.
That is all for now.