A - Z Challenge: R

R is for Rant. 

I'm not a very accomplished ranter.  I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.  Since I'm a control freak a person who likes to have the universe unfold the way I want in a good way, you would think I'd be better at attracting attention to what is right and proper.  But I'm not and so you won't see any blazing rants on this blog. 

I do have a bit of a beef, though, with Blogger.   I like to use photos - a lot.  You may have noticed.  And I have been merrily uploading since 2008.  Sometimes, I'll even upload a photo and then not use it.  Oh, the profligacy!  Because, what is not spelled out when you sign up is that there is a limit to the size of the photo storage box - or whatever the Blogger equivalent is.  I hit that limit yesterday as I was uploading my queens. 

I was instructed to begin paying...which is totally reasonable and I'm not ranting about that part.  I just don't like getting sucked into something that is so much a part of my life and then being told that the ground rules have changed.  They probably haven't changed at all.  I just didn't know.  Betcha a lot of folks don't know until the big box covers their screen and says they've hit the wall. My immediate solution was to dive into Picasa - which is not my normal photo storage site - and start to delete.  Of course, there are dire warnings that the deleted photos will be gone from one's hard drive.  I only got rid of two because I didn't have time to fiddle around yesterday.  They were a couple that I didn't use and I hope my solution doesn't make a difference to  previous blogs. 

So, that's it.  Blogger, you should have said up front.  Now I'm going through the Picasa albums I never really knew I had.   I know, I know.  Dumb.  Where did I think the photos were going? 

And that's why I'm not a very good ranter....I calm down and see the other side pretty quickly.  Doesn't mean I think they're right...but I get that others need to control their universe, too.  Must be that other R-word: respect.