Let me tell you about the birds, and the bees, and the flowers, and the trees, and the moon up above...
No, it's not the thing called love. I have been married for a while now, so tingling is only something I feel in my left hand from having typed too long. So I have been in my pajamas, mostly the same ones, at my desk, since I launched my other blog (Oh come on, don't be like that, I am here aren't I?) last Monday. I don't remember the last time I brushed my teeth and needless to say, I am starting not to smell all that fresh...I did have other work to do, on the computer, but I had a few windows of mine opened just in case inspiration hit me from nowhere, and well, all my time not spent on meeting my deadline has been about thinking about it.
But I have made quite a bit of headway. I have set up a Wordpress blog, which let me tell you, after Blogger, is a bitch! So don't go believing anybody who says it's better. Hummm... maybe I did it all wrong? OKAY WHATEVER! I have gotten myself a Twitter account and made a separate page on my Facebook for the blog. Ask me anything (okay maybe anything is too ambitious), ask me something, but only if it is what I learned this week. I am very proud of the fact that I know a couple of things... like #hashtags. Did you know that there is a website called hashtag.org that gives you a real-time update on EACH ONE's ... if you care to know it.. frequency of use? I know what you're looking for: my marbles. Yes, you're right, I did lose them a few days ago, but one day, ONE DAY, you will need to know this and you will remember that I gave you that generous information without any prodding whatsoever, and only out of the kindness of my own heart.
But seriously, I met quite a few people (why yes, I have been a busy-bee) along the way. Most were nice, some went out of their way to be nice (Hi Clive!), and some (well, one in particular) was a royal bitch. I hate her. There I said it, I hate her. I don't even know her but I already hate her. And hate is not something I feel often. What is it with people who find a little bit of success and suddenly decide that they are better than you? Of course she never said that, in fact barely communicated with me at all, which in essence is why I hate her. But people can only make you feel inferior if you let them, right? So there, she is unfollowed on Twitter for life..., I don't need that kind of bad vibe hovering over my cloud of (psyched) happiness.
Anywayzzzzzz, here is a little something that happened during this weekend: I posted about it elsewhere, and you may stumble upon it, entirely by mistake of course, I sure as hell don't remember how to get back there, but here it is, unabridged, FOR YOUR EYES ONLY!
Reprinted without permission (wait, I own the rights to this conversation, never mind):
Him: Aww, that's so cute that you have 12 followers (with what was clearly a condescending look in his eyes). It will take a long time to get to say... a 1000.. huh? Like a year, maybe? Don't worry baby, you'll get there! (the only thing missing was him patting me on the head!)
Me: Oh yeah? (Hoisting my droopy pajama pants, dayum I need a shower!) How about a month? How about that! What do you think of that?!?
Him: Nahhh, more like a year.
Me: A month it is. Wanna bet?
And of course I had to go and run a contest to get people to follow me. I am bribing them, and you, if you are interested in helping me out, with four $25 Starbucks gift certificate. I even took a picture of the Franklin allocated for that purpose. I know, I can't get the stupid picture to rotate..it looks fine until I insert it here.
I got the idea of the random number generator from Janiece who runs it weekly for her Free Shit Friday giveaways. And Starbucks has this nifty thing where you can send the cert online (as one finds out when one feeds one's nieces' fierce caffeine addiction) so I'm all set. Wanna enter? Follow me on Twitter?
All names in, four names out;
Drawing on December 15th;
Winners announced on Twitter;
Certs emailed. Tada!
Did I miss anything?
We'll see what we'll see, number wise for my Twitter account. So far I am up to 25 ... ARGH, make that 24 after that bitch unfollowed me (I HATE HER! Now why would you follow someone then unfollow them? Like she would even notice me among the thousands of her loyal following adoring fans, ha!). Deep breath, slowly in, slowly out. There, all better. Quick, think of something else... Ummm, how cute is that pic of Emily? Shit, I'm sure I have cuter ones. SHIT, too late now, I plastered it everywhere related to the blog.
Oh man, I HAVE to switch to decaf!
So hey, how was your week?