And along came Facebook

I have really slacked off with the blogging, I know, but have you heard of this wonderful thing called Facebook?  Well, it's gonna take some 12-step program to get me off of it.  And I'm obsessed, and I have no clue what I'm doing, other than so far I've found out my true age is 21 (which you find out after answering some random questions that have nothing to do with your health history), I'm most like the 80's movie Say Anything (which I've never seen, but I'm guessing is about some pill popping obsessive compulsive borderline alcoholic surrounded by lots and lots of kids and a poop eating dog.  What?  No?), and I've been kidnapped by Haila and Waymon, who live in South Carolina, and now I need to try to escape.  

As best as I can figure Facebook is the biggest time waster on the planet, but I cannot seem to stop doing it.  I've joined causes, like the Fallen Soldiers cause and the Feel My Boobies cause, and I've joined groups, like the Les Mills instructors group.  I am also currently getting my ass kicked in a game of scrabble between me, my brother, and my cousin in Texas.  

Facebook is like texting every one of my friends, and the status updates work like a twitter feed.  So, all of you need to get Facebook pages so we can be friends.  Even Pops is on Facebook now, so see?  ANYBODY can do it!

It's not that there's been an absence of stuff to blog about either.  Oh, there's been plenty.  I could blog about how I'm the coach of Ashlyn and Haley's basketball team.  Dealing with little kids who have no clue about something I love as much as basketball is not what I was necessarily born to do, but I'm dealing with it.  Or, we could talk about how I went to the Dollar Store, bought $45 worth of Rubbermaid totes and packed up every toy Owen owns because he wouldn't pick them up off the floor.  And have you ever heard of Fred's?  I think I went in there once with my Grandma but I must not have been paying attention because that place is AWESOME.  Like a super cheesy WalMart, with nothing of value but good grief I could spend HOURS in there.  We could discuss the fact that the kids are all grounded off the Wii, the television, and the computer, leaving them nothing to do but read books and stare at each other.  What about Owen now taking karate?  Also, Tuesday night we all sat downstairs in the girls' closet for half an hour (with Heidi and Trixie, natch) waiting for a tornado to come blow us away.  And our last conversation would have been about how HALEY IS HOGGING ALL THE ROOM.  THERE'S NO PLACE FOR MY FEET.  SHE'S SHOVING ME.  HEIDI IS TRYING TO EAT TRIXIE.  EWWW SKYLAR STINKS.  It's comforting to think that my last thought on this earth would be about the possibility of Skylar having shit in her pants. 

But really, if I devoted time to writing about all this stuff in detail there would be no time left for Facebook.  I'm gonna need to shift around some of my priorities so I can fit all this stuff in.  But first I need to see how many pairs of underwear everyone has so I'll know how long I can put off doing the laundry. 

I've also got some pictures from my new camera I got for Christmas from Scott, and I hope to sometime soon get the cable and get them on the new computer and posted on here.  So hang tight, all you who refuse to participate in my life via Facebook (you know who you are, Joan and Chris) and I'll get this thing back up and running in a day or so.

In the meantime, I'd like to thank my brother Brian for posting a picture of my underwear on Facebook for all the world to see.  It's nice to know you care.