I have no excuse for not blogging this week. I mean, really. At times like these (times where I find myself lost in a sea of no structure), I wonder how in the world I would cope if I actually worked for a living. I’d be fat, I think.
So, where did I leave off? Ah, yes – camp. We drove to visit the girly-girls at camp on Sunday. Much to my surprise, they were thriving. Even the older one, the one I thought I would find hiding in my backseat when I got home, actually said that she was having a good time.
“This camp is really fun, Mom.”
Holy Mary in heaven, I have finally done something right!
My husband and I had a relaxing weekend sans offspring. We visited a couple of wineries and stuffed our faces full of old bay and crabs. We lounged by the pool and went out for hot wings at night. We watched the NASACR race and slept late…*scratch*
Yes, I said NASCAR. Another reason I am going to heaven. My husband is huge fan. Me? Not so much. But I listened (yes, we actually had to LISTEN to the race in the car so we didn’t miss anything) and watched with fake interest because I love my spouse. Please, hold your applause.
This week, I am covering for another instructor so I seem to be teaching 4 million classes. I am also trying with little success to get my house organized before the kids return. With a trash can full of Barbie shoes and Polly Pocket furniture, I am about halfway there.
My cluttered desk and posted “To Do List” are still mocking me behind my back but what can I do? Only so much – especially with no responsibilities what so ever.
Facebook has reentered my life and is chewing up inordinate amounts of my time. This really annoys me because I don’t even like Facebook. What with all the pokes and food being thrown around, it makes me think I am back in high school. The old boyfriends also add to that effect.
I received a friendly message from a guy I knew in high school yesterday. Yeah, it was nice but I haven’t spoken to this guy since he dumped me a thousand years ago. Am I over him? Of course. Am I over the dumping? Good question.
How do you work around that issue?
Yeah, you were a total ass to me and broke my 18 year old heart but hey, let’s be friends on Facebook. Wanna plant a flower in my garden? Or send me a piece of flair?
Pfft.
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Yeah, I never know what to do when folks from the past somehow strike back via the internet. I mean, yeah, you’re over it, but still…it’s not like you need to be reminded of your heartbroken 18 year-old self every single time you check Facebook. Thank goodness the internet provides us with shopping opportunities or it would be more hassle than it is worth.
Ah Facebook. The bane of my existence. Yet I can’t bring myself to delete the account. Just in case that 18 yr old who broke my heart ever wants to find me…
Wineries and crabs..Yum.
Nascar – Yes, you’re going to heaven. I have to do the same thing with ESPN..sigh.
I don’t have a Facebook account but do have a MySpace thanks to son. I feel so dumb when I’m on it but yes, I do check it. Between my blog, Twitter and MySpace, I’m actually afraid to even go to the Facebook site. My family may never see me again.
As for the old boyfriend, I would block his account (can you even do that?) Immature? Yes. Forgive? Yes. Hold a grudge forever? Definitely.
Thank God I don’t use Facebook, the last thing I want is to run into my ex=boyfriends.
I wish I could say that I am getting anything done with my time off. How I wish I could be hanging out with you.
When people I don’t really want to reconnect with add me on Facebook, I’ll add them as friends and send one message then ignore them completely. I’m a busy person, dammit.
what i find more funny are the people who didn’t think iwas cool enough to acknowledge me in high school are all “hey! i love your blog! you look awesome!” what to do about the poor super cool people in high school who grew up to be totally not!?
You are the best wife in the world. Thank you for the NASCAR and the weekend of good fun. Love you like crazy.
Husband
Facebook is out of hand here at my house. Scrabble? Wanna play Scrabble? How about Word Twist?
Or my favorite…find people who probably don’t remember me. Though I rarely have the nerve to invite them to be my Facebook friend. I assume they’ll see the invite and think “The hell?”
I’m purging my girl’s room this week, too. I’m hiding the trash can from her.
The best thing about the kids being away is that you can go through all their STUFF and PURGE. I have done that many a time… luckily, my boys are all, out of sight, out of mind. Heh.
So how friendly was that old friend. Glad you gave him the toss-o.
Hmmm. That’s a toughy. How does your husband feel about it? I’m friends with a few exes, but mostly not. Homer, on the other hand, is friends with most of his exes and I’m friends with them too. There is one, however, that’s a little too freaky-deaky for my comfort zone, so I request that contact be kept to the occasional Christmas card.
I guess in the long run, what do you gain by friending the ex? Do you really want him to be able to follow you?
You know I have to know who it was, right?
Geesh! I would love to run into someone I once knew on Facebook. I have tried looking up every single person I can think of from my past to no avail. Instead, most of my Contacts are my high school students… and thus I must be very “behaved”.
I still don’t understand Facebook. I basically go on when someone adds me as a friend. I just don’t get it. Although, I did find the Aaron Perisol and Michael Phelps fan pages and spent some time looking at their half naked swimming bodies.