I’ve been gone for two weeks with a new grandson in Phoenix. He is so cute and cuddly and soft. Don’t you love the smell of a newborn’s hair? He is just perfect. And the best thing is that I don’t have to get up with him in the middle of the night. I get the fun job of playing with the four-year-old that is adorable also.
I did no writing or social networking because every time I got my laptop out, my four-year-old buddy was right there to check out Nick Jr. or PBS kids. We both got very good at the games. I have an IQ equal to his in being able to figure out how to move the fish or monkey over the rocks or around the sea weed. That means I’m not a complete computer illiterate, I hope.
However, he wanted to check out Disney.com, but those races and skate board ramps were too hard for both of us. I do know my limitations.
So here’s to Facebook, which I’m pretty good at, and Twitter, which I’m just learning, and blogging, which I really like.
I don’t think I’m making any sense. I’m too tired to think. I’m just glad to be home and in my own bed. My self-esteem isn’t too hammered. At least I can keep up with the four-year-old.
My social networking has a ways to go. But I’m like the tortoise. I just keep plodding along. I’m slow, but I’m sure. I have a marketing workshop with my publisher next week. Maybe they can reform me and pull me from my ignorant state. Let’s all hope.
Thanks for listening, Christy