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When I sent my web designer 7 pages for the Recommended Resources part of our site, she kindly explained that "all of that" was absolutely not going to go on our web site... and that my love affair with everything-but-the-kitchen-sink was being banished to a BLOG. Alas, the "blog thing" frightened me. That was a little over 18 months ago. I'm slow, but eventually reliable.

Technology seeks me. I do love email and I've begun a relatively recent love affair with texting. But, in my world, other social networking feels a little overwhelming. Even a seemingly easy thing like Facebook is a big challenge. I probably open my Facebook page once a month. I always struggle to find where, on the page, it lists my "Friends." If you noticed that I have a Farm... or now, I'm told, a Fish tank... Stephenie has run out of things to play with on her page and has co-opted mine. It doesn't bother me except that now all my "Friends" think I am wiling away my hours building imaginary animal real estate. Stephenie can do these things on the computer while she watches TV. Me? I don't have that capability. I'm either STARING at Royal Pains, Bones, Castle, White Collar, So You Think You Can Dance, or some such show or I am STARING at the computer, fully concentrating on whatever is on THAT. Sadly, my brain only goes in ONE direction at a time these days.

I do make an effort to modernize, though, and am proud to have joined Twitter and Linked-In (not that I have the foggiest idea what to do with either of them). People keep sending me requests for us to be "Linked" on Linked-In and I usually just say "Sure," though I have no idea why. That's about the only time I see that page. I just don't really know what it's for exactly. Maybe it's for business or for looking for a job. And I already have a job. Twitter? Well, I joined that when somebody on Facebook suggested everyone join it and put their location as somewhere in the Middle East to protect the friendly rebel forces from being located by the bad guys. I signed myself up there and then freaked out that I'd be put on some government list, so I changed my location to the real one and signed my deceased husband up in the Middle East. I thought he'd like that. Needless to say, he is not doing any "Tweeting" of which I'm aware, though I'm sure he would enjoy it. I've forgotten the password I gave him so I can't really check.

© Nancy Young 2010