I am an Internet Idiot and the begining

I've been spending the better half of today trying to figure out how to view my Blog on the Web and why no one on Blogger.com can find my posts. I am doing something terribly wrong. So I just am going to keep posting 'til I get this figured out. I opened an account with fatcow thinking that if I had a Web page then I could post my Blog to that. I had no idea what I was doing and I most likely spent about $200.00 on something I will never figure out. Welcome to my private hell. Went to the beach today at 1st point where the waves are more manageable for the kids. It was cold and windy and the water was above chilly. Watching my son up on the stick catching the faces rather then biting white H20, made my freezing my little rump off all the worthwhile. Waves were knee high and long the way the waves in San Juanico are usually. A few friends came down to look at the waves, some wandered in and some stood watching, contemplating wandering in, while others just contemplated and went home. It was that kind of day. I sat contemplating if I wanted to enjoy watching my kids or watch my kids and dwell on my current condition. I chose the latter unfortunately. So what is my current condition? I guess I would have to start at the beginning, not the very beginning. Like I said in my earlier posts I have been here In San Juanico, Mexico for the better part of a year and a half. When I first moved here I began a journal on Valentines day 2009. I made my move here November 2008. Much has happened between those two dates so that is where I will begin. I sat basking in the sunlight of my rental house on Valentines day one week before what would have been my 10th wedding anniversary. Instead, I was in Baja, Mexico, living alone a few blocks from my ex-husband, his new young wife, and my three children. We no longer lived in California. We adults mutually agreed that Mexico would be a great place to raise our kids, keep the two quasi families intact and in close proximity. My divorce arrangement was 50% of all assets and 50% custody of my kids. What better way to share custody of my kids when they only live 1/4 of a mile from both parents and even less to one of the most popular long-boarding spots in the world. Jack, my then husband, and I already had the house so that made the move even easier. Except that it wasn't my house any longer. It was Jack and Julia's. I had the children on certain designated days, ones the Jack and Julia felt was in their best interest and I had them the remaining days. The irony of all of this is that when I did not have them I missed them to the point of pain and when I had them it with me it was evident that I was terribly incapable of raising them. When they were away from me I wanted to know what they were doing, where they were, how they were feeling, and if they missed me as much as I missed them. I lived right across the street from the school where they attended and where I could hear all the children play, and sing, and laugh. I would try and listen for my own children's shouts and laughter and sometimes I swore that I did I was so desperate to be with them. I was not separated from them for long. Schools in Mexico lasted a mere four hours a day. They walked to school at 8 a.m., and had lunch at 10 a.m. All parents were required to drop-off lunches by 10 a.m. everyday. My kids had just had breakfast 2 hours prior to that. They were not hungry but they would be made fun of if they didn't have a aren't bring by a lunch. I provided the lunch and Jack and Julia housed the children and provided the daily care. It was not always that way. The arrangement that Jack, Julia, and I made for living before we moved to Mexico was that I would live at what used to be my house and stay their until could find a house of my own or for at least a year. We all left for Mexico on very good terms and then everything went wrong, very wrong. But this requires a whole new post. I would have to tell you about who Julia is and how she and my ex-husband met and how their relationship grew without me even knowing about it. My first hoodwink.