Such is the Life of a New Blogger

Such is the Life of a New Blogger

Such is the Life of a New Blogger


It would seem that I’ve been blogging for four months now.

Four months?! Really?

Like a marriage, the birth of a child, or any other major life shift, it either seems like eons or only yesterday since I began my blogging tour, depending on the day, the hour, the minute, the madness.

Scores of new technical terms have, at times, become the bane of my existence, and at others, an accepted part of my everyday life. Writing an article has become completing a “post” and inserting it into the blog page has become “populating the site”; a “view” is no longer primarily something I see from my deck, but rather how many people read a particular “post”; and I can watch “traffic patterns” even as I’m sitting in my chair at my keyboard.

I’ve learned to use numerous primates for tasks of which I never would have suspected they were even remotely capable: PicMonkey, a saucy, grinning cartoon monkey, gladly helps me adjust my photos’ focus, color saturation, and lighting to make them look as pretty as a picture, while Mailchimp, a cap-wearing imp of a chimp, is the postal guru of the primate world, flinging out emails left and right. How did I live my life for 51 years without even realizing that these two future banana-loving friends existed? (By the way, I realize that some of you are getting double emails from the chimp, and I apologize. He’s overly excited, and I’ll get him in line very shortly! Thanks for bearing with his monkeyshines.) I also have my eye on SurveyMonkey and Mandrill Mail Service, but I’ll consider them further down the road a piece. I can only handle so many vine-swinging partners at one time.






Out of necessity, I’ve become an extraordinary multi-tasker, one who cooks and takes pictures of three dishes simultaneously, all the while quizzing her 12-year-old on how to say, “Please, sir, where is the bathroom?” in Spanish. Such is the life of a new blogging mom.

Random technical assistants send me emails in an attempt to get me to “provide my Google YOAST admin. code to deactivate the installed plugin.” I tell them to repeat what they want me to do one more time as if they were talking to their grandma. That’s the tech-speak floor I live on. I have a newly acquired sidebar, a dashboard and a plethora of widgets, whatever those might be, that confound me simply by existing. And my iPhoto storage is stuffed to the gills with hundreds of shots of onions sautéing at every possible angle as well as a 4 second video of egg yolks sitting calmly in a bowl.

I’ve heard it all from spammers far and wide: some want to sell me Canadian goose boots, and others attempt, time and time again, to complement my “amazng writting” which has allowed them to “siek now knowledge”. Yesterday I got a message from Pauline, who began her spiel with, “Hi, this is Adrienne.” I think she’s confused. Dual personality syndrome and all. I even have some spammer friends who feel I’m far more worldly than I truly am as they leave comments for me in Arabic, Turkish, and Mandarin Chinese. Since I can’t read what they’re hoping to convey, I’m left to assume that they, too, are fawning over my astounding “writting skiles.” And writely so.

While the dog may be feeling ignored, my dirty laundry pile has begun to mildew and rival the height of Mt St. Helens, and the dust bunnies along our hallway baseboards are procreating madly, I’m having a ball reawakening my inner writer. (Or should that be “writter?” Now I’m confused.) Every morning she jumps out of bed with a smile on her face, fingers flexed, raring to immortalize the latest silly notions that she’s been dreaming up over night.


The life of a new blogger: my dog, Tia, sulking under a pile of  laundry


Most importantly, I’ve reconnected with long lost friends who once more make me smile; I’ve put my mind through grueling, yet oh-so-important workouts, the likes of which it hasn’t seen in years; and I’ve rejoiced at hearing that my written nonsense has struck a chord, or teased a tastebud, or even brought a smile or a chuckle or a teary-eyed, snort-inducing guffaw to some of my readers.

Afterall, that’s what this blogging ride should be all about, shouldn’t it?  Connecting and sharing and spreading joy?

At least that’s what my winking, cheeky monkey friends tell me!

And, in this case, at any rate, I tend to believe them.

(Oh, and please leave a message! That’s one of my favorite parts of blogging. They absolutely make my day! If you’re timid, just sign in as “Pauline/Adrienne” No one will be the wiser. Especially not Pauline/Adrienne, bless her befuddled soul.)  



Written by Becky


  • Adrienne/Peter/Paul and Mary says:

    I feel happy every time I read your blog Becky. I guess in all those English classes we endured together in highschool you were actually developing your skillz while I was just making awesome doodles. You were always a great writer. Back then, I imagined you would write novels or be a journalist for a magazine. The blog is better than that would have been. It’s a perfect medium, refreshing, unpretentious and fun. Hooray for four months!!!!

    • Becky says:

      Dear Adrienne, Peter, Paul, and especially Mary,
      Wow, what a wonderful comment! Thank you! I was just raving to Loge about your doodles a few weeks ago. They were epic!. Remember “I am Joyce”?

  • Catarina Popopovichensteinhauerheisenski says:

    What a joy to hear from you every day through your blog! We are all loving it! Thanks for doing such a great job with each one.

    • becky says:

      I snorted at your last name, Catarina! So much so that Jame asked me if everything was okay! Thanks for the laugh!

  • Ty says:

    Love starting my day off reading your blog. Keep it up.

  • Hubert says:

    Love reading your blog.

  • Patty from MMC says:

    I enjoy reading your blog as well. A little disappointed that everyone isn’t signing in as Pauline/Adrienne!!!

  • Heather says:

    I laughed out loud once again. I LOVE reading your blogs too. Keep up the great work!! Love, H
    PS, are you going to write something about Spring Break looking more like Christmas vacation? OMG. We’ve had enough!

    • Becky says:

      I like to picture you drinking coffee and and spitting it on your computer screen a bit when you read these. Is that wrong of me?

  • Mary Lou Sandvik says:

    If I knew 5% of all of your techno vocabulary, I’d be elated! I’m trying, though. Ivan

    • Becky says:

      Um, hi Mary Lou/Ivan. Thanks so much for your, errr, lovely, if slightly schizophrenic comment. Try to have a good day!

  • Debbie says:

    Hi Becky! I am a devotee of your blog! I so enjoy your writing, insights and the delicious recipes! (I’m taking the grape salad to Easter dinner…thanks for the great idea!) Great job! I look forward to reading more!

    • Becky says:

      Yay! I’m so glad to hear that you’re a devoted reader, Debbie! I’d love to know how the grape salad goes over.

  • Lori says:

    Good morning Sunshine, your writing is a fun way to start my day. Thanks

    • Becky says:

      Aw, thanks so much, friend! How much am I loving seeing comments?! “They’re talking to me! They’re talking to me!”

  • Kristie says:

    I love your blogs!!!! Thank you for all your hard work that goes into them. I truly look forward to seeing what’s coming next. 🙂

    • Becky says:

      That makes me feel so happy, Kristie! So glad you’re enjoying my posts! I have a feeling that Ray will enjoy the manly meal coming up on Wednesday!

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Hi! My name is Becky. I’m a mom, a wife, a friend, a writer, and a compulsive thinker. Don't invite me to a spa or to shop the day away, but rather, make me laugh, engage me in interesting conversation, play a game with me, or give me a cappuccino and homemade vanilla bean flan and I’m yours ‘til the cows come home.

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