In an effort to distract myself from the horrible sadness that always falls upon me right about…NOW every Christmas, I decided to check the sites that refer other people to my blog. It’s not something I really pay attention to very much because, well, obviously, and it’s kind of boring. But occasionally, it’ll lead me to some rad blogs I didn’t know existed.

Today, though, it lead me somewhere else.

Back to my very own about.me page.

You don’t know what an about.me page is? Me either. Not really. But I saw someone on The Twitter talking about it a couple of months ago and I was all IMMA GET ME AN ABOUT.ME PAGE, YO to my mirrored reflection. I didn’t know what it was then (it was in beta, which I think means “super awesome”) and I had to wait until this week to be told, “your about.me page is ready, yo.”

Then, I was all, I GOT AN ABOUT.ME PAGE, YO, and everyone was all, what the hell is an about.me page, Aunt Becky? And I was all, *shrugs* I don’t read fine print. I thought I’d figure it out when I got there. Which is my motto for life.

About.me was all, look at these other deep/meaningful profiles to help you make yours, Aunt Becky, except they weren’t like actually talking to me because that would be awkward. So I did, because obviously, and I was all, UGH, really? Because I am anything BUT deep/meaningful. And frankly, if you want someone to click on your profile, you should probably put something fucking INTERESTING on it. Calling yourself a “social media anything” is decidedly not interesting.

Just saying.

Because I take myself very seriously, this is what I came up with (my clickable about.me profile)

I think you can click to enlarge. If you can’t, CLICK THE LINK and it’ll take you to my actual about.me page.

Anyway, it’s clearly not something you should ever take seriously.

So I signed up and mostly forgot about it. I’ve been excruciatingly busy this week and really, I couldn’t figure out what to do with it beyond open it and laugh.

Upon checking my referrals, though, I noticed something FRIGHTENING. About.me had more referrals to my blog than “John C. Mayer,” “sweater kittens,” “boring things,” and “sweater boobs,” COMBINED. I swear to you, Pranksters, I haven’t laughed that hard in weeks. Somehow, people are landing on my about.me and finding their way here.

Sometimes, I really, really love the Internet.

Merry Christmas, Pranksters. From my about.me page.

And this guy:

And who could forget this lovable chap?

Why, it’s Mr. Sprinkles, my fake dead cat! That charming scamp! That lovable lout!

And speaking of charming:

Alex and his Cupcake shirt, FOR THE WIN!

Benner and his picture smile.

And my daughter, Amelia, who has reminded me that even in the darkest darkness, there is always light.

Merry, Merry Christmas, Pranksters.

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30 thoughts on “Christmas Miracles and Other Assorted Acts Of Baby Jesus.

  1. Merry Christmas Aunt Becky thanks for keeping me laughing even when I’m supposed to be doing some kind of getting ready for company crap.

  2. Merry Christmas! Love Amelia’s bling. Gotta get my two year old some of that…. ;-). Shoulda done it for Christmas, but all she got was Yo Gabba Gabba shit.

  3. Merry Christmas Aunt Becky!

    I love the cat in the hood-thing. How did someone get a cat to put up with that, I wonder? Most cats would beat me silly for that!

    I’m Just curious, in your description of yourself, you said, I think, that you [notice the overuse of the word, “also”. How did you ever notice,you or someone else, over using, “also”?

    I’m just curious.
    Have a Good Day,

    Rob

  4. As one of the (less than a handful of) men who reads your blog (almost daily), I wish you a Merry Christmas as well Ms. Becky Sherrick Harks.

    Also, I agree with that guy. I enjoy vagina as well. Well, and boobs.

  5. I KNEW you were tattooed, girl! The best ones, are, girlfriend. You rock those tats like a microphone and have a fantastic day with these gorgeous creatures. Okay the cat freaks me out a little, but the rest of your crew is gorgeous, fo-shizzel.

    Let’s compare ink in the new year like jailhouse inmates.

    Peace out…

  6. Hope you had a merry Christmas. I spent mine with the dogs. I was getting conflicting reports of just how contagious this case of Shingles that God Hisownself gifted me for the holidaze so I kept myself sequestered out her and let the kids , grandkids and inlaws visit my wife in the hospital.

    Ho ho ho!

  7. Hope you and your family had a wonderful christmas!! Oh and this has nothing to do with anything but, I would kill for eyebrows like yours.

  8. I KNEW you were tattooed, girl! The best ones, are, girlfriend. You rock those tats like a microphone and have a fantastic day with these gorgeous creatures. Okay the cat freaks me out a little, but the rest of your crew is gorgeous, fo-shizzel. Let’s compare ink in the new year like jailhouse inmates. Peace out…

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