Facebook is having a meltdown. A tantrum, it's tired. With 1/2 a billion users worldwide, it's just had enough. What are we all going to do??...start twittering? Or maybe actually be productive at work?? Today, most users are apparently just getting a "Service Unavailable" failure message and the on-line social world has pretty much come to an end. I know because this is my favorite time of the day to be on-line!! I'm home from my day checking email, doing paperwork and am not quite on mommy duty yet. Seems like my 4 o'clock social hour will just have to wait til tomorrow. Wonder how many people out there need a valium without access to their beloved Facebook page? haha. You may have to actually go outside and talk to someone. Oh the horror!!! It's ok, I'm sure mega bagillionaire Mark Zuckerberg will have his baby up and running again soon.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Just To Clarify...
No, I have no idea who "visits" this website! I just received an email from a friend (you know who you are) who is starting his own blog and wanted to know what tracking system I use and if I can see who is visiting....either that or he is actually stalking me and doesn't want me to know...haha, joking!! Unless, are you? ;)
No really, I use Google Analytics and it's just basic info. I can see how many hits I get and from what web broswer (Internet Explorer, Firefox, Safari, etc) and that's about it really. I can also see how many pages on average are visted and the average length of stay. But, I have no idea from who or where the hits are coming from. And I am nowhere near 100 hits a day, not even close...but enough that I keep writing! ;) So, go on stalker friend and stalk away!! haha..again, I joke.
2 posts in one day...i'm gettin' crazy.
Wait, What? I'm 30?
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Blocked
Somehow I've managed to develop a case of writer's block, an affliction I have yet to endure. I love to write and typically (when I have time) the words can't come out of my head fast enough. And for those of you who know me well, you know I'm like this in conversation as well. I can talk to a brick wall for christ's sake...so what is this thing? It's annoying, that's what.
But, I think I know why. I think I'm wishing this blog were anonymous. I mean, how much can you really say when everyone reading knows who you are? I feel like I have to watch every little word I type. It's not like I want to blog about terrible things or anything crazy, but a lot of times I just want to be honest about stuff. And let's face it, some people just can't handle the truth. So, I have to watch what I say, avoid certain controversial subjects and I can't ever discuss issues going on with individuals in my life because they would know who they are. Right this instant as I'm typing, I can think of a couple entertaining and very bloggable situations in my life, but I don't want to deal with the wrath that would be putting it out there for all the world to read. So it stays locked up.
You all know I tend to leave the filter off my mouth at times...I say it as it is and I say it as I see it. What you see is what you get...yea, true, but only to some degree. There is still a ton of stuff floating around in my head that only I know. And I'd love to share b/c I love to share, but unfortunately (or fortunately) I think I may have to wait till we're one-on-one.
I guess this isn't quite like a diary, is it?
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Soul Mates
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
This Post Has No Title...
There comes that time in every parent's life when their young child comes to them with the age old question..."Mommy, how are boys and girls different?". However, tonight it came out of Anna a little like this...
As I am drying her off after her bath...
Anna: "Mommy, what are those things that boys have?"
Me: "What do you mean? What things?"
Anna: "You know those things that boys have and girls don't have...they're like this"...and she now proceeds to use some hand motion to try to explain to me that she is talking about a penis.
Me: I AM TRYING TO INHALE MY GIGGLES, so I can't speak at all. Trying to seal my lips shut so not even a smile escapes. It's not that she's asking me the question that's funny, it's the way she is asking it...and it gets worse. So now she is just staring at me, waiting for an answer when she says...
Anna: "You know, mommy...those things....they're like trunks!"
Ok, now, let me just be clear that we have had the boys have penises, girls have vaginas discussion before. But for some reason she must not have been listening because as I proceed to explain this to her she just looks at me mesmerized, as if she has just uncovered the worlds greatest revelation.
Something tells me this time she won't forget.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Mommy Dearest
Yesterday, one of my dearest friends became a mommy for the first time to little Abigail Katherine. No, that's not her pictured above...although that appears to be the cutest baby alive, baby Abby is actually much cuter.
So, naturally this brought me back to my own early days of mommyhood. There really is no way to prepare yourself, is there? I mean, you can take all the classes, do all the right things, have one of everything stocked at Babies R Us, but when that baby take his/her first breath you suddenly realize....you're about as prepared as you are when the teacher yells "pop quiz" and you haven't so much as peeked at your text book.
Becoming a parent is arguably the biggest change one will ever endure and in my mind tops the list of all major life events...including getting married and even the stress from the death of a close family member. Becoming a parent shakes you to your core and simply changes you forever. It's true that becoming a parent opens up a whole world of feelings that you didn't know you were capable of. So, how could you possibly prepare for something that you didn't even know existed? The answer? You can't.
So, I laugh thinking back to those first few weeks...not really sure how to even put one foot in front of the other, not knowing whether I was coming or going and really having not one other care in the world that didn't revolve around this little 8 lb child. Days, weeks and months went by when I didn't put her down. Trust me, not by choice. Let's just say that Anna came into this world knowing what she wanted. We even have ultrasound video of what appears to be her crying in the womb. So, as soon as she got a chance to actually use those little lungs, it was all over.
But, we survived what I thought would never end and now 4 years have passed and I'm left wishing I could have those days back.
Well, maybe just 1 of them.