Today started off like any other Saturday. Except for the pollen–that lovely green haze over my entire world–can’t forget the pollen. I slept later than normal, but I have 3 kids who go-go-go, and I deserved that extra 2 hours, yes I did. I knew I had a plan: do a bit of writing, re-writing, do some cleaning, start a blog.
Few things you should know about me: 1. I adore my family, 2. I will break your face if you stare cross-ways at my Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls, and 3. I am a gadget lover but I am technologically incompetent. That’s being nice. I know my limits. I’m not ashamed. You say “Twitter”, I say “Do who?” You say, “Blog” I say “You don’t have to be all nasty and stuff!” I’m lingo deficient. ‘wtf’ doesn’t mean to me what it means to everyone else. My ‘wtf’ probably means something much worse. The truth? I didn’t know what ‘wtf’ stood for until my 12 year old told me about 2 weeks ago. It means what it’s supposed to mean to me now…but then? Yeah, not a clue.
So, I love all things electronic, but social media kicks my arse. The lingo, the ins and outs, I shudder when I think about them. But here I am: with a fresh, shiny new blog thanks to the amazing Angel Graham–social media/PR extraordinaire. This doesn’t give you much more than a hint as to who I am or what my plans are. I promise, that’s coming–my plans are huge, you know, rule the world, run this mutha’, etc., etc. But for today–I’m gonna revel in this accomplishment. I’ve gotta blog peeps! WTF 😀