Social media scares the poop out of me. Because I have a book coming out, I have treaded into the deep and murky waters of Facebook, Twitter and Blogging. I’ve never blogged before, I’m really not that interesting. No one cares what I ate for lunch (a turkey sandwich) or what I’m going to do later (sit in front of my computer and type till I go blind).
Thank you Jesus for my friends Kris and Jennifer. I now can cut and paste…and, um…well I can cut and paste. I have written Facebook posts that have ended up in cyber-space somewhere, because they certainly didn’t go where I meant them to go.
My children think I’m challenged and my husband likened my computer prowess to teaching a ninety year old woman how to play Nintendo. (I plan on having his boxer briefs starched)
I am learning and getting better. I used to laugh about my lack of skill. Now? Not so much. I plan to continue to send posts out into cybersphere, praying to God, Buddha and all the NFL quarterbacks that they land in the correct place. I intend to blog about underpants and Chia pets and my book till I’m all pimped out. I promise to not talk about what I’m making for dinner (unless it’s disastrous) and I won’t talk about myself in third person. Ever.
I love to write. I love to make up funny, sexy, snarky romances. I walk around for months with people trapped inside my head and my only relief is to put them on paper. There have been some red-neck vampires living in there for a while, but first I have to finish the sequel to HOW HARD CAN IT BE?
Life is pretty damn good. I enjoy sitting in front of the computer in my husbands boxer briefs (not the starched ones) and writing. It’s an awesome job and I’m so happy to have it!
I can picture in those boxer briefs doing just that Robyn. Isn't it great that you get to live your dream!! I'm so grateful that I'm getting to do that too.
Yep, and I'm happy for your friendship, Funny Lady!!
Um, my son wears those boxer briefs — he's six foot five and offensive line size — my eyes sort of crossed trying to picture you in similar briefs. Good thing I wasn't drinking my zero calorie Pepsi One or I might have snorted it out my nose. And coincidentally, I had turkey sandwich today also. Great minds. — Moni
You know, if I truly picture myself in Steve's boxer briefs, I feel the need to snort Coke Zero Cherry out of my own nose…P.S. How big was that baby when he was born???
You'll be an old pro one day!
Not so sure about that, but thank you for the love!!!!