I'm back

It's been so long.

I'm trying to embrace Facebook. I'm even going to post a link to this blog on my page. I still don't really get it, but if the rest of the world is using it, I've got to figure there's something to it. Sometimes, I'm a little slow with this stuff. I will hold on to the most comfortable, out of style shoes for the longest time. When I finally say my tearful good-byes and run them to the nearest Goodwill, the fashion is back. My husband says the technology is more of FacePAGE because I'm not really using it right. He has an issue with my use of technology as a whole. I think it kills him to think there are applications on my devices (ie phone, ipod Touch) that I am not maximizing. In contrast, I use technology as I need to. I really am not interested in all the functions a device posesses, simply the features that work for me. I learn as I need to. I suppose I could see his point. Wasted is what he is thinking. But I'm not going to change. It is simply too much for me to manage.

One thing about Facebook (PAGE?) that really has me baffled is this friend suggestion business. I am suggested to make friends with people whom I may know or just may know from work or may not know at all, but how does it know that I know them or not? There are suggestions about people that I may have exchanged an email with or maybe only interact wtih tangentially but somehow it tracks me down. Is it reading my emails? This scares me. Not because there is anything particularly interesting in them, but just because there is some technology that is actually designed to waste time reading others' boring exchanges.

You know after 9/11 when the government started talking about monitoring phone conversations and bank accounts? While I wasn't for it, I actually felt sorry for the guy who would have gotten assigned to me. Could you imagine? Spending all day having to listen to chick chat or read emails about swimming lessons, what's for dinner, and how I managed to walk 9 miles last Saturday. If he were to record the ins and outs of my bank account, he would wonder how anyone survives in Southern California without winning the lottery. He would be stunned at the possiblity that one actually needs something from Target three or more times a week and can't survive without the morning McMuffin (hold the Canadian bacon). I guess the truth is, where there's smoke, there's fire. In my house, there's not even an oven. (And that isn't an actual true reference to the fact that I hate to cook).

I scared Kristi a couple weeks ago. I called her to tell her I found a recipe I wanted to try out. Would she come to dinner. She thought it was cryptic for a ransom call. She knew it couldn't actually be me on the other end of the phone. She thought I'd been abducted and was trying to send a secret code. Fact is, I actually cooked some recipe I found in People and it wasn't half bad. Fact is also, that I haven't cooked anything since. That was August 21. Don't get me wrong, I feed my kids, but I mostly heat food, not cook food. And I've fallen in serious LOVE with my outdoor grill. You could actually cook food without having to be present and better still, not have to wash pots and pans. Max said it needed repair. It was on our "list" (you know...the list of all things that need repair or replacement). Once I started using the grill (grilling, I thought was the boy's job), the repair moved way up.

I'm back.