Yesterday was Ken's birthday, but today I'm celebrating another important day, at least to me. It's my three-year blogiversary! (I'm sure there are a few that aren't so pleased about it, but screw ‘em. I'm not forcing anyone to read this!) Since I've stopped working, I've been pretty much a daily blogger, and it still amazes and pleases me that anyone wants to read what I write here! I appreciate that more than you can possibly know, and I thank you for wanting to hang out with me.
I've enjoyed doing this, and it really does help with writing skills. Just the way things flow, putting things together in a way that sounds best, or that makes the most sense without being overly wordy. I don't always succeed, but I have definitely gotten better as time goes by. What I find most fun, though, is all the different people I've met through this, and in some cases, I can properly say "literally." I feel that I have made some lifelong friends here, as well as on Facebook, and that is always, always a good thing. (I am seriously behind on reading blogs these days; I haven't forgotten about you, and I'll make the rounds soon.)
A heartfelt "thank you" to each person who chooses to pay a visit to Nutwood once in a while. You're the main motivator for me to keep writing. And hey, who's the smartass who just shouted out that if you'd known that, you would've stopped reading a long time ago? Joe Wilson, is that you?! Jerk.
Speaking of Crackbook (Jamie and I took an important first step last night in admitting that we are addicted to it), they made more changes yesterday. I don't have a problem with change, as long as they work. Facebook was wonky much of yesterday, it's been wonky this morning, and it will probably make me mad and be wonky tonight. Beth gets cranky when she can't have her Crackbook fix. You have been warned, Crackbook. Don't make me put a cap in your ass.
I think I'm about done with Twitter, too. (Don't be mad, Deb!) I just can't get into it. About the only thing I post on there is my blog updates, and I have a hard time coming up with pithy 140-character tweets. I used to check various updates from cool people like Rainn Wilson from The Office and Russell Brand (someone recently mentioned that it should just be called Stalker...haha!), but even that grows tiresome. I'm thinking it's not my bag, baby, and it would be one less thing to worry about. Maybe I'll keep it, but just stop feeling guilty for never checking it and rarely tweeting!
Oh, and thanks to those of you who left such nice comments about the picture I put up of me and Jamie! You all are too sweet. I cracked up when Joy wondered if I have a painting in the attic that ages. I am fortunate in that regard, but it's because of good genes. My Dad is 86, and often gets remarks that he looks like he's in his 60's. The picture I put up also conveniently doesn't show the white hairs among the brunette that I'm seeing more and more of, or the laugh lines around my eyes. ::shrugs:: How can I be upset about laugh lines when I love to laugh so much? I earned them.
We made a successful Meat Run this morning, and our freezer is seriously full of beef. Plenty of hamburger, several Porterhouses and T-bones (mmmm) and several roasts, including a beautiful big rib roast. I'm going to have to figure out how to make prime rib for that particular cut. Double mmmmm!
Now we're watching the Notre Dame-Boston College game. Grrrr...Boston College. They cost us a national championship back in '93, and no, we've never forgotten it. Go Irish!