I have two very good reasons why I haven’t written in 5 days. First, and this should be obvious, I didn’t want to move my past post down. It wasn’t the eloquence of the post. It was the perfection of the photo I found that the entire post was written about. Lots of comments came my way…and you know we bloggers live for reader’s comments.
So, after a few glasses of wine, I found my new favorite photo on your right. Oh the glory of the Internet.
The second reason I’ve been too busy to write is that in my exuberance to get this blog and the West Ranch Beacon’s (WRB) blog noticed, I’ve been doing some networking. Though my 13 year-old daughter says that’s not what people are doing when they join
Being anal retentive when not drinking wine, I made about 30 friends right away. Then I joined some wine groups and jammed my e-mail inbox with my friends writing me messages on my “wall”. I checked out a wine site that is devoted to short films on wine (http://www.b-napa.com/) and was told about Local Wine Events (I have a link for them on the right for you to vote for this blog and find events). I hooked up with more than one female entrepreneur for advice. And a bigwig in our area invited me to drinks.
People sent me virtual hugs and want to test my IQ. I tried to give a gift but I didn’t have enough stored credit (cash). Lots of people sent me virtual drinks, go figure, and when I bypassed all of the Sex on the Beach and other equally named drinks, I found a nice glass of red wine, filled to the 3/4 mark as it should be, and sent it to as many friends the damn program let me to.
And, of course, I found one of my high school boyfriends and a gal pal I lost contact with about 7 years ago.
It’s a horrible device for people like me. I should be drinking! Please tell me how to stop!
Oh, and to answer the question of what my button on the WRB ended up looking like, it ‘s up there on the left. Third down, sandwiched neatly between Dave and Chris. Thoughts?
I’d write some more now but I have to upload some photos on Facebook and learn how to “tag” them. And no, I’m not asking my teen. I’d have to finish a bottle before I go there again.