I’m a Facebook addict. I also like to eat cheese and drink beer
in the evening at any point of the day when it’s not socially unacceptable to do that. Most of the time when I’m not actually doing something, I’m catching up on Facebook.
Here’s a sweet dog picture I posted on Facebook three weeks ago. I have new client with a super cute hound who is blind in one eye.
I’m sorry that I’ve abandoned my blog in favor of Facebook. I used to want to post here more than once a week. You may recall my overly contrite posts about my forthcoming blog called sorryfornotblogging.com. BO-RRRing.
Not boring: We had a Best Shitty Beer competition this past summer.
The results are forthcoming. We still have more shitty beer to taste test. We had to stop as we ran out of shitty beers, and also there was a power outtage due to extreme electricity usage in Chicago. Jenny got a flat tire on her way home from the beer contest. We all woke up feeling bloated though none of use were even remotely drunk on this shitty beer. It takes a lot of shitty beer to make you feel inebriated.
Anyway, what was I tapping? Oh. I think it’s kinda silly when bloggers stop blogging and then return only to apologize for not doing the thing they think people want them to do. I used to be foolish enough to believe I had an audience. I don’t. Except on Facebook!
People looked at this photo of my shirt. 2 facebook friends made comments and 11 people like this vintage western shirt.
Here’s one of my Facebook profile photos that also appeared on The Hair Hall of Fame where I blog alongside a crew of utterly hilarious humans who demand that you visit them regularly. You owe it to yourself and your hairdid.
There’s a captive audience on Facebook. I’ve got three hundred some friends, some of whom I don’t remember from high school and many who I don’t even really know in real life. On this here blog, I believe I have two readers. Possibly six. This is not something I care to worry over or somehow strive to change. I will blog when I can and this blog will be what it is. As some famous philosopher or an infamous street thug once said, “It is what it is.” (I’ll bet you thought I was going to quote Doris Day.)
Here’s a photo of magnets.
I posted them after we went on our Cheese Curd Crawl. Two other Wisco expats and I are riding around town in search of Chicago’s best deep fried cheese curds. We are about to wrap it up and invite our friends to the Cheese Curd Invitational where we award a local establishment “The Golden Curd” trophy. Who will it be?
You’ll have to check Facebook. Perhaps I will show the results of our Score Curds™ on Facebook.
Facebook is my scrapbook. Whether it’s the food I ate, the dogs I walked, or other random yet heavily contemplated bon mots I probably wouldn’t ever think of saying aloud in real life–that is where I share them instead of here. Why that platform over this one? I wish I knew.
A friend of mine (who I do actually know in the flesh world) was mentioning some song from Mary Poppins that always makes her cry. I realized that I have never seen Mary Poppins. That’s my secret shame. Well, that and all of the cheese I’ve been eating. Nevermind. I’m from Wisconsin. Our state is made of cheese. It’s true. The hills are alive with the sound of cheddar.
Speaking of the sound of cheddar, I’ve never seen Sound of Music! And here are a few more I’ve never seen:
- Doctor Zhivago
- West Side Story
- Fiddler on the Roof
- My Fair Lady
How about this photo taken on a random Tuesday night I went to see my hairdresser and was treated to a marvelous seafood dinner at her house. Her friend (in real life) is a fish monger. He came over for a haircut that night, too. We ate a lot. And shared it on Facebook.