With all the recent scandal that I've created and some of the things that I'm thinking about I have created a facebook fan page for this website because I know you all like me THAT MUCH. I also signed up for a Twitter account that I have no idea how to use. I don't even know how to tell you how to find me or how to find anyone else. I'm lost out there in....Tweetsville (does it have a name?) and I'm all alone! Find me.
I doubt that this is really much of a change, but I feel like I'm providing my family with a little more privacy, namely my children, and putting one more layer of fog and mystery between me and the creepy stalkers out there. (don't burst my bubble) I've got zero interest in "going private", but suddenly I see the allure of not using my real name. It's too late for that, but I may make a few changes here and there nonetheless. You know, like Blogland Witness Protection (Lite).
I'm excited about my fanpage. It's so much easier to upload pictures to FB than it is to blogger so I will probably be sharing more pictures. You are all welcome there and I would love for it to be a place where it is easier for us to have discussions and share links, etc.
You'll also notice that I took down the blog lists from the side of my blog. I was giving myself a seizure with all the busy-ness on my page. I'm going for a new look that is a little more reflective of the core of who I am. I need it to be a little more simple, but kind of funky, peaceful, but a little surprisng. A little more zen with a side of zoloft. You know, just a little more me. So, if you are, or know someone who does Extreme Blog Makeovers let me know. I want new menus, cute little buttons, stuff I don't even know about it.
PS. I feel like I need to confess that I drank a Coke today. I'm taking all three children to a doctor's appointment with me in the morning and so it was an inoculation against the craziness that will be my morning. I'm going to get my Z increased (SEE ME BE PROACTIVE TATTLE TALE!) I'm sure that after my appointment and seeing my life firsthand crammed into a tiny room full of things that Are Not For Touching my doctor will be more than happy to increase the Z and give me some narcotics, and muscle relaxers, etc. And by the time we leave she'll probably be prescribing them for herself. Such is the terror my children inspire.
Anyone want to babysit?!