Archive for July, 2009
Seems some folks go out of their way to find new ways to sink to even lower levels of disgusting. These people should be shot…
I have stumbled upon a virtual gold mine, my bonecollecting friends. Oh yes I have. See for yourselves…
How cool is this? Broken down alphabetically are tons and tons of biographies of Primitive Baptist Church preachers. I have already found some of my folks. Little clue for you…search each document using terms such as “carolina”, “n.c.”, “harnett”, or whatever you might be looking for.
Extremely interesting stuff and it goes way back yonder too!
It has happened. As much as I never thought it could…it has…I am addicted. Extremely so. To what, you might ask? Well, lean in a little closer. I don’t want to say this too loudly. It’s a bit embarrassing you know….
I. Love. It. I mean I am eat up with it. Truly. I have a farm in Farmville, a pad in Yoville, I throw food, sling pillows, send hugs and smiles, play Bejeweled Blitz, Scramble, and Pathwords til all hours! Oh my goodness! I am ADDICTED and I LOVE it!
I tried that whole MySpace thing…yeah, not so much. MySpace is like Facebook on crack. Facebook is geared more for folks with a brain…or at least for folks who know how to use one.
Lots of my family are on Facebook and it’s fun keeping up with them this way. We even managed to get Mama on it. Now that was a feat, let me tell you. I’ll have to relate the whole Mama vs technology story to you sometime soon. It is most entertaining.
So, over there —-> on the side bar, at the top, you will see my Facebook badge thingy. If you click on that, you will be taken to the opportunity to request to be my friend on Facebook. Can’t make it an automatic thing. Sorry. You never know what might happen when you start doing things like that.
See ya on the farm!
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