Yes, I know. I've been bad about blogging. Again. My problem is that my life is not exciting enough to write about everyday, or even every week. The fact that it's been more than a month since the last blog tells a lot. Plus, I got busy with Christmas and having a houseful of kids again.
I did what I swore I would never do and got a Facebook page. I was in a weak moment and as is often the case with these kinds of moments, you live to regret them. Already, I'm considering ditching my account, but I'll stick it out a bit longer.
As of this writing, I have 64 friends. Unlike my daughter who probably doesn't know half of her FB "friends" (she has close to 1400), I can honestly say that I know and like these people, and am interested in their lives UP TO A POINT. Meaning, I'm interested in the important stuff, but I don't need to know that the dog threw up or that it's raining or how tired they are. It's obvious some folks are incapable of having a random thought synapse through their heads without running to the computer to let the rest of us know about it. To you I say, GET OVER YOURSELVES. That being said, one could point out that my blogs are just another form of FB status updates, only longer.
I got a webcam for Christmas. The idea was to be able to Skype with my daughter every now and then. The two of us did a test run before she left to go back to school and the experience wasn't what I imagined it would be.
First, the video, or whatever it is of me in the corner, is just a split second off of real time. I can actually see myself blink because of the time lapse and for some reason, I found this hugely entertaining. Also, disturbing.
Secondly, the video and the audio don't quite match up. Being just this side of stone deaf, I rely on lip-reading to communicate and this was a lip-reader's version of playing a 45 RPM record at 33 speed. My daughter tried slowing down her speech, but that only made it worse. Plus, she looked retarded. Fortunately, there is a texting function and we used that instead of attempting a real conversation, which would have gone something like this, from my perspective, anyway:
PAIGE: Goudhhhh cheeewwwwww.
PAIGE: Ahhhhhh ssszzzzzzzzzzzzzz goudhhhh cheeewwwwww
ME: Come again?
ME: Watch your language.
At least I can see her while she busily types what she has to say. In the meantime, I watch myself blink.
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