Tuesday... um, Tuesday?

I have no cute blog title and really nothing to blog about. Maybe if I type aimlessly for a couple of minutes, something will come to me.

Nope.

Not yet.

Nada.

Oh, I know. Last week on Facebook, there was an email sent around, asking women to post their bra colors on their pages. It started early that morning... I think I got my first invite by 6 a.m.

Then, it backfired.

I saw two different posts that day in which people were upset - one guy quoted scripture from the book of Matthew; another compared "us" to 7th graders.

What is funny is that it was for Breast Cancer Awareness.

What is even funnier is that the guy who quoted scripture always has pictures of him kissing his wife. Passionately, sometimes. What if I am offended by them?

And the chick who said that "we" are like 7th graders, well, chances are she has put her vacation pictures in a folder on Facebook and in those pictures she is wearing a sundress, a halter top or a bathing suit where we can actually SEE her boobs - or the cleavage she shows, anyways.

That is so funny for me.

Let's talk about Facebook, for a moment, shall we? I think that I have told my dilemma with FB before - I have heard stories of women and men who "befriend" past boyfriends, girlfriends and "partners" only to end up leaving their marriages for the other person; I have saw people post inappropriate pictures of their children naked.

Is FB that great of a thing? I feel like deleting it all the time. But then I would have no idea what my best friend from high school, my BFF from Partytime and my current BFF have going on.

We are of a time where no one picks up the phone: we text, we IM, and now, we Facebook people. What is the world going to be like in 5, 10 or even 20 years?

Monday Updates...

Well, it was another snow day and again - I had to go to work.



I am thankful for a job.



I am thankful for a paycheck.



The kids are scattered out today. Eli is at a friends house and Emma is with Mallie.
Tripper got some one on one time with Grandma.



Dave went to work also.



Last night, we stayed up together and watched a movie.

I didn't even fall asleep.



The school countdown has begun. I am scared (like a bear is chasing me) and nervous.

A little anxious, even. What if my teacher doesn't like me?



Tomorrow afternoon, I am going back to have my hair done again. Maybe this time I can get stripey-red hair.



Oh, I have been trying - for two weeks - to read that stupid Twilight book. really. two weeks.

It kills brain cells, I tell ya.

I am not even going to attempt to finish it.



It is written in such plain text, that goes on and on and on and on.... anyways, it bored me and made my brain hurt. It was a waste of time and I only made it thru Chapter Two. I would rather do laundry.



I guess that is why it appeals to such young teenage girls - it doesn't challange them. To me, it was like wasting time watching Frank the Entertainer... after a few minutes, one would think, "Why?"



I have probably just offended my many readers who are in love with Twilight - so somebody, somewhere, please sell me on this book. Please.

Beauty Shop Update.

Well, my inner hooch won. I picked out a couple of hot'ish red pictures from the books... showed them to the hair lady.

Somehow, I ened up with mousy brown hair with a hint of red when I turn my head justso.

The only thing different is the gray.
It is gone.

I think that my hair rebelled to what was happening.
Frump really won.