Facebookish Stuff.

Item #1

Alright.

So clearly I do not get The Twitter.

Clue #1: No one can find my Tweetering Profile.

Clue #2: I can't remember how to find me.

Clue  #3: I would not know what to Tweet.

And, after some consideration and input from you, dear readers, I do not feel I should add this to my Internet activities, seeing as how blogging takes up most of my Internet time as it is.

Actually all of it.

I do actually have these creatures living in my midst.



So, I cannot be on the computer all day.

So . . .

ix-nay on the witter-tay.

Rodger Dodger?

Raise your hand if you think it is sad that my father can Twitter . . .



Yet, I cannot.

Item #2

Attention all peoples who read my blog posts from Facebook.

I don't want to publish my posts on my Facebook profile anymore through Networked Blogs.

I feel like I am force-feeding this rubbish to all of my poor Facebook friends.

They need a break.

So, I created a Facebook page for this blog that I will use to publish my posts from now on.

But if you want to see them, you need to "like" the page.

(I have just thoroughly confused everyone who is not familiar with The Facebook)

If you would like to read them through Facebook, click here.

Item #3

Anyone can become a "liker" on Facebook if you so desire.

It would make me smile, if you did.

In fact, I am fairly certain it would make my heart sing.

Last time I checked, zero people liked it.

Not even me.

Such sadness.

So, if you like The Facebook and would like to get updates from me on your newsfeed, click here.

Or don't.

The choice is yours.

Item #4

I don't know what we are doing for school next year, but homeschool is an option.

If you know of a good homeschooling blog or website, would you mind sharing the link?

I will be forever grateful.

Item #5

I promised you that I would not rest until I got a picture of Handsome Dude "feeding" the baby dolls.

I couldn't, however, get the right shot.



Turns out his feeding session was not going so well this morning.



I, for one, can certainly identify with his feelings.

And two babies at once?

That must be torturous.



Turns out Handsome Dude likes nursing just as much his mama does.

Alright.

Happy Sunday!

PS-Heather, I was waving to you at church.

PPS-Jan, next time say Hi to me at church.

PPPS-I still feel like I am addicted to popcorn.

PPPPS-Someone asked me today why people read this blog.

PPPPPS-I have no idea . . . but I am glad you do.

PPPPPPS-Make my heart sing.  Become my Facebook Liker.

The End.