Monday, April 25, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
i'd rather have my face in a book than be on Facebook
Seriously, don't call me old fashioned. Maybe a hold out, but not old fashioned. (I don't care if you spend your time on Facebook. I won't hold it against you.)
I do find it was a great idea for its original concept to help college students connect to others on campus, an especially useful thing for freshmen. I get it. I even get that you can share lots of photos or find a long lost high school sweetheart and all that hokus pokus.
(I would definitely not be looking for my high school sweetheart, for the record and all. Been there, done that, and have the divorce papers to prove it.)
Sure, I'd looooovvvveeee to know where that dreamy hunk from 12th grade is...oh wait, he was on TV for a while and now lives in Raleigh, yep! And I already know that the short Indian dude from my debate class is now a pediatric oncologist and a professor of radiology at an MAJOR Ivy League school and another guy was a producer for the Frasier show and now writes for Psych all after graduating from MIT? Really, Facebook might make me feel all inferior and junk. Not.
The truth of the matter is there are some people I'd rather not find me. Let sleeping dogs lie, right? That way they don't yap out all your secrets...hmmmmm. And think of the time you spend on Facebook -- what else could you accomplish? That virtual farm does seem addictive, though, and I must admit if I ever started, I'm not sure I could stop.
All that said, stop the presses, it's about to happen. I found out you can get free stuff and samples and coupons on the Facebook. Wiggle a one-time use eye shadow sample or a mini, mini lotion tube in my face and I'd likely sign up for anything. Even the Facebook.
It's unlikely you'll find me. But if you do, I don't want to be your friend. I'm just in it for the freebies!
I do find it was a great idea for its original concept to help college students connect to others on campus, an especially useful thing for freshmen. I get it. I even get that you can share lots of photos or find a long lost high school sweetheart and all that hokus pokus.
(I would definitely not be looking for my high school sweetheart, for the record and all. Been there, done that, and have the divorce papers to prove it.)
Sure, I'd looooovvvveeee to know where that dreamy hunk from 12th grade is...oh wait, he was on TV for a while and now lives in Raleigh, yep! And I already know that the short Indian dude from my debate class is now a pediatric oncologist and a professor of radiology at an MAJOR Ivy League school and another guy was a producer for the Frasier show and now writes for Psych all after graduating from MIT? Really, Facebook might make me feel all inferior and junk. Not.
The truth of the matter is there are some people I'd rather not find me. Let sleeping dogs lie, right? That way they don't yap out all your secrets...hmmmmm. And think of the time you spend on Facebook -- what else could you accomplish? That virtual farm does seem addictive, though, and I must admit if I ever started, I'm not sure I could stop.
All that said, stop the presses, it's about to happen. I found out you can get free stuff and samples and coupons on the Facebook. Wiggle a one-time use eye shadow sample or a mini, mini lotion tube in my face and I'd likely sign up for anything. Even the Facebook.
It's unlikely you'll find me. But if you do, I don't want to be your friend. I'm just in it for the freebies!
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Party Like It's Your Birthday
did you ever have a birthday party where the whole senior class got all dressed up and rolled out the red carpet and showed your baby pictures and stuff while you ate prime rib and talked silly high school things with all your friends? me neither. kids these days... Saturday, April 2, 2011
He's All Legal and Junk
long ago (like eighteen years, duh),
bread was 75 cents a loaf,
you could get a gallon of gas for the same price as a dozen eggs
(one dollar and seventeen cents, can you hardly believe that, huh?),
mailing a letter would set you back a whopping 29 cents, minimum wage was $4.25/hr.,
slick willy was in charge, and the DOW average was 3,754
(what chaos that would cause this day, right),
and a girl had a baby boy and named him cody because she liked it.
he's called his royal highness now because he likes it.
HRH went and grew up and i'd like to announce that as of today he is completely responsible for whatever, whatever he gets into and i'm here to say happy birthday to the world's newest adult. scary.
Monday, February 14, 2011
HVD, Y'all
all the little lovebirdssittin' in the trees
k.i.s.s.i.n.g
share a little hug
give a little squeeze
spread a little love if you please.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
In Honor of Black History Month
In honor of Black History Month, I share this story...
Way back in elementary school -- you know, like eight years ago -- His Royal Highness was assigned the role of Wally Amos, of Famous Amos cookie fame, in the 4th grade Black History Month assembly. He studied his lines for weeks, memorized them all and said them word for word in the rehearsals.
But, alas, he was too white and nerdy. He couldn't get the 'walk' down and so he lost the part to a 'more African American like' white kid. And his chance at fame was gone.
*Note: words in quotations were those of his teacher.
Way back in elementary school -- you know, like eight years ago -- His Royal Highness was assigned the role of Wally Amos, of Famous Amos cookie fame, in the 4th grade Black History Month assembly. He studied his lines for weeks, memorized them all and said them word for word in the rehearsals.
But, alas, he was too white and nerdy. He couldn't get the 'walk' down and so he lost the part to a 'more African American like' white kid. And his chance at fame was gone.
*Note: words in quotations were those of his teacher.
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