I woke up this moning and my computer was running a little slow so we ran a virus scan on it. Nothing came back. That's good, eh?
Then after it restarted I noticed that there was a new icon on my Google Toolbar. It says "share". So I clicked on it to see what it was and it says, share this page using ...and there's a list of different sites you can use. Blogger, StumbleUpon, FaceBook, Twitter, Gmail, Digg..ect...
I've heard good things about StumbleUpon so I decided while On CakeWrecks.com I would click on the StumbleUpon icon.
It took me to the StumbleUpon site and I decided to sign up for an account. Then it asked if I wanted to install the toolbar, whcih I didn't so I don't have a new toolbar just a little stumbleupon icon on my toolbar next to the new "share" button.
Anyway, I clicked on the stumbleUpon button again to share the cahewrecks site with others and I was able to. It said that 150 others had also added it to StumbleUpon.
So I decided to see what else I could do with stubleupon. I went to one of my articles, the latest one and clicked the Stumble button. I was able to add it. Now lets see it I get more traffic to my article because of doing this. That would be super cool if that actually happens.
This is my Blog...So be prepared to listen to all my pet peeves, likes and dislikes, and any other little annoying weird facts I come up with.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
How do You See Yourself?
I feel like the grumpy old lady down the street and I'm only 39 years old!
I was told on numerous occasions by people in my neighborhood that when they first saw me they didn't think I was approachable because of the look I have on my face most of the time.
I was told today that I seem like a curmudgeon. A curmudgeon? Seriously?
Yes, I'm a bit grumpy, I am opinionated and I am blunt at times. But a curmudgeon?
Ah, well let me get my cane, dentures, Ben-Gay, grandma sweater, and walker and see if I can chase down these youngins and teach them a thing or two about really being a grumpy ole lady. Ha!
I was told on numerous occasions by people in my neighborhood that when they first saw me they didn't think I was approachable because of the look I have on my face most of the time.
I was told today that I seem like a curmudgeon. A curmudgeon? Seriously?
Yes, I'm a bit grumpy, I am opinionated and I am blunt at times. But a curmudgeon?
Ah, well let me get my cane, dentures, Ben-Gay, grandma sweater, and walker and see if I can chase down these youngins and teach them a thing or two about really being a grumpy ole lady. Ha!