Oh, hey! (I’m waving like I know somebody across the room, cause we’re all such regulars here at WordPress. Oh my god, chicken skewers with peanut sauce again?)
(You know what sounds really good right now?)
So, among the many things that seem to be changing in my life, a few months ago our social media woman at work told me I should really update my blog, which I will right now very phonily call a website. She said it was dated, a thing that I knew but that I was too lazy to change. I mean, why change? Tens of you clicked on every day; why mess with it?
And while I realize it’s horrifically meta to blog about your blog that’s about your life and right now I’m telling about my blog about my life in my blog about my life, I decided to, yes, change up.
So I hired this guy at work to switch me over here, and then I messed with which theme Ima use, and if the look of this…website changes after this, do not freak out and rip off your clothes and run down the street in just your heels and socks.
I have no idea why that was the visual in my head.
Hey, I’m not sure I can include videos anymore. Goddammit. See, this is the problem with new sites. You don’t know where anything is.
Anyway, the guy at work and I ran into a snafu a month back, and there was much mewling in the land, and I had to deal with Things, but here we finally are and I should probably pay that guy the nominal fee he charged me to do all this.
One thing I hadn’t planned on, as I mentioned yesterday, was that every dang photo I’ve ever put on my blog is here for me to retrieve. Hang on. Ima plop in here the ninth picture from the ninth row…
Awwwww. Cats, fmr. There’s Winston who I lost in the divorce and who was lost by Marvin (GOD, Marvin), and baby Henry who I also lost in the divorce and who is still Marvin’s kitty. LOOK AT BABY HENRY OH MY GOD. And our own Francis, who made the rockin’ world go ’round. Dat ass, tho.
Okay, 16th picture…
Easter loot. I’m going to guess that Peg gave me that. It looks like a Peg collection that came in a pastel-egg bag.
Okay, come on. One more…
Aw. My ex-mother-in-law. I’ll have to alert her she’s on my blog today, just like old times.
Anyway, so that’s that. I believe there’s a button somewhere that you can click that means you follow my bl–website, and every time I get up and blo–website, you’ll be alerted. I have no idea where it is. Can someone out there help everyone else?
Okay, come on, I couldn’t help it! It’s fun to look at these old pictures! I was having a cute hair day.
1985, maybe? Hey, have you seen my absurdly pale lipstick? I think I left it in 1985. Also, have you seen my tanning bed? Good gravy.
Okay, I have to go dry my hair, which fortunately no longer involves baby bangs and a perm. I had to schlep out to Winston-Salem last night for my headache study class, and could I have been more exhausted after that? When did I turn into an ancient person?
He took a face from the ancient gallery and he WALKED ON DOWN THE HALL AND.
And he came to a door! And he stepped inside…
See? It’s still me. Despite all the fancy newness going on over here.