Please, Advise.

I am sending this post out as an official cry for help. To all of my friends in the blogging world...I am experiencing technical difficulties. I am trying to post with a theme...so...my reason for including this glamorous picture of myself, is: Whenever I try to post pictures on my blog, I feel like I get sucker punched. (Don't worry, I will include at the end of this post how I got this beautiful, black eye.)
Do any of you out there have any advice how to post pictures without, if I may ask, feeling like you want to scream or dismantle your computer in a violent fashion? I would like to post more regularly...but it seems that every time I try to post pictures, I:

A). Have a really hard time getting them where I need them...

B). Once I get the pictures where I want them...It kind of messes up my journaling...

C). If I fix my journaling, my picture sometimes disappears, into some sort of "La La land" and I have to upload it again and risk messing up my journaling, again...

I'm still new to blogging...so I was wondering if anyone else feel like posting pictures can be a drag? (oh, hey... no pun intended....ya know, because you have to click on your pictures and "drag" them? Hey, I'm in a bad mood so, indulge me and laugh...or at least politely chuckle.)

Anyway...does anyone have any sage advice for me? When posting pictures, have you bloggers out there, found it more effective to do all your journaling first and then post and drag your pictures? Do you type a little...then upload a picture...then type some more? Do you feel like it becomes easier to drag pictures, depending on the template? Everyone out there in blogging land...you are under no moral obligation to respond to this post. It's okay...just leave me here...crying...I don't want to be a bother...

And Now, the Moment You Have Been Waiting For... unless you have already logged off, that is...

How I Got My Glorious Black Eye...

Last year...on September 20th, 2006... Brian, (3 years and 4 months old, at the time) was jumping and flipping all over the couch. I was seated next to him and just as I said, "Brian, stop that, you are going to kick me in the *WHAM*!" Just as I was about to say "face" he did this kind of forward roll/flip and his heel came down right on my eye. I honestly couldn't see for a moment...I didn't see any stars or tweeting little birds, but I came close!

It was a memorable experience, in that, everywhere we went as my eye healed, people would look poor Mike up and down, like he had actually decked me. I felt like wearing a sign that said "I know he is small, and looks innocent, and is only 2 foot 2 inches...but the 3 year old did it!" I did have a friend that advised me to tell people who stared too long, "Hey, you think I look bad...you shoulda' seen the the other guy!"

We had parent-teacher conferences the week of my black eye...I decided to offer up information about what really happened, before the boys' teachers could look at Mike suspiciously. Adam's teacher jokingly said that she was wondering if she needed to call social services, when she saw me.

I had another friend, that learned to apply stage makeup in college, that offered to make the other eye match...

I think my favorite experience of my "black eye week" was attending the temple. Other temple patrons would look at me and look away, politely....and then I'd pretend to be in quiet thought and I could tell that they were sneaking another peek out of the corner of eye (my black eye, that is). I was relieved that as we were leaving...the little man at the front desk asked with a smile, "Did you at least win the fight?" It was wonderful to finally tell someone, "If you saw my 3 year old, I know you would think that it wasn't possible, but he did this to me!" It was nice to be able to tell him the whole story. I felt like abandoning the hushed tones we should speak with, while attending the temple, and yelling to everyone within ear shot what had happened to me...but... ultimately, I probably just flatter myself that anyone was really that concerned...I sometimes have this problem with thinking everything is about me.

Oh, and later on... my sister-in-law Amy was helping me with my Christmas letter of 2006 on her computer. She uploaded some my pictures onto her computer to add to my letter. Later that day, I noticed that she had quietly uploaded this picture, and put it on her computer as her new wallpaper. I almost soiled myself....and then we all had a good laugh about it. She took it down after I had begged sufficiently. Love Ya, Amy! Good one! And... I hope you have forgiven me for calling you a "Hussy".