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I feel like a WDC Virgin

Entry for "The Bard's Hall Contest"  . . .
I feel like a Writing.com Virgin

So let's just throw it out there. . .I haven't written or blogged for hmmmmm, let's say about a year and half; despite getting reminders from WDC: "Don't Forget to Blog. You haven't blogged since The Jetsons were on television". Seriously! Spellcheck doesn't recognize Jetsons?! Great, so now I'm officially old and a wdc virgin. I mean I have written just not blogs, stories, poems, etc. I've written tests for my students, letters, filled out numerous forms (and their word counts were way up there so I kind of think they should count).

But, anyway. . . I'm trying to make a comeback, find time for me, make my brain work outside the essential parameters of life, yada yada yada.

It's been so long though, I think I'm back to virgin status as far as WDC.com goes. I think technically it was/is referred to as a newbie. Where are my friends? (Yes, I know, part of friendship is fostering them and since I've taken a leave of absence from. . . thinking? writing? I don't know what to call it; anyway it's my doing.)

I started returning the favors of reviews I've gotten since last on here. I can't remember how to pull up my cool little review form, but that's okay - it was just the beginning of me realizing I was a born again virgin.

Trinkets? No idea what those things are. I could look it up, but, you know, I'm still working on returning the favor of reviews.

Also, people put pictures on EVERYTHING! I'm jealous. Apparently, there must be an easier way than before because how do they have room in their profile for all those images? Or maybe, I have been doing it wrong all along. Either way, I want to pics everywhere. And links to songs, videos, etc.

But, let's be honest, I'm basically proud I could figure out my password; so, I'm hanging on to that glory.

Oh, Peas and Carrots! There are more things I've forgotten or just don't know, but my husband just pointed out that the dog got in the trash outside. I would post a picture of it, but, well, you know . . .

Thanks for being here for me writing.com! I appreciate you, my old friend.

Audra