Facebook. I could go on and on and on about Facebook, but most of you already know it, and really, I should be working and not Facebooking and not talking about Facebooking.
But, I can hide out here, and on Twitter. On Facebook, worlds are colliding: co-workers, family, and college and high school classmates (among others). I’m not used to being all out like that on-line.
That said, today begins the final push for the Biggest Loser. I have pulled out the secret weapon: no booze. Seriously. No booze until after the first week in April. Other new or re-inforced tactics include: weather permitting, walking to work at least twice a week, three if my schedule, and the weather allow; fish and rice for dinner 3 times a week. More whole wheat, an abundance of fiber and colon cleansing.
After an initial great beginning, my progress slipped; in part due to the hiatus when when went to Key West and the inability to really get back into better habits, especially with regarding to whiskey, wine and pasta. And, I never really began an exercise program.
The upside is that Tom is doing very, very well, and if I can’t win, maybe he’ll buy me a Kindle with a part of his winnings.
(Wow. I thought I had more stuff — I guess when I decided not to revel in Facebook stuff, I eliminated odds, and maybe a few ends).
I could go on and on about how much I miss Key West. This time it’s bad. I’ve been home almost a month and it’s like an ache. It’s like I left a little piece of me there. I think it may have something to do with the cemetery. My experience in the cemetery was fairly profound. I can’t explain it without sounding like a whackjob, so you’ll just have to trust me.
Other than that, things and people are really starting to bug me to the point that I want to hole up in my house, and never ever go on-line again (she with the Facebook addiction says paradoxically).
Like this Tea Party thing? Oh. My. God. One of the organizers, when interviewed on an on-line site, couldn’t even make an appropriate parallel to the original Tea Party (which was not a protest against how Colonial taxes were spent, but that they were collected without Colonial representation in Parliament). And, in actual life, if Blocker does that finger in my face thing One. More. Time. as he bashes the president, simply (and ONLY) because I was an outspoken non-fan of GWB during the last 8 years, I. Am. Going. To. Kick him. In. The. Nutsack.
Oh, trust me, it’s not just people bothering me politically–and in fact, it’s not the politics, it’s the expression of the politics, and the fucking hypocrisy, and the misinformation being spouted (back to the Tea Party thing, the Blue Shutter project is “not part of the stimulus bill. [It is a] candidate for funding by federal grant programs once the bill passes.”)
No, it’s not just politics. It’s fucking dramalets that go on in my real life nearly daily. Usually, I’m inured to it, and don’t get involved — I keep my head down, but then people involve me, and then say things to me like “I don’t know how someone as smart as you can be friends with her.” My involvement in the situation was limited to only being friends with the two people at issue. I mean, I wasn’t even there. My last comment with regard to this is that I am Nearly Forty, and should have left this kind of crap behind me 22 years ago.
Grace in small things: Jay and I had a good time on Saturday night at our casual reunion get-together in Belleville. I miss Jay, and it was nice hanging out with someone who has known me so long and with whom I have a shared history.
I have reconnected with several people I thought were long in my past, as a result of Facebook and this has been a continued source of wonderment, so it’s not all bad.
In fact, I really don’t want to give the impression that things suck. For the most part they are awesome. Tom and I are poised pretty well for weathering out the recession (and even, if fact, to take advantage of the recession); I still love my job, even though I do have some frustrations that I have to concentrate to keep bottled — but, hey! Job! That pays money! That I love!
I still wouldn’t mind winning the lottery however, and then escaping, to somewhere. Maybe even everywhere.
2 Comments
March 2, 2009 at 3:15 pm
Worlds colliding. That’s a great description for my experiences with Facebook. Is it me or has Facebook suddenly gone goofy? I was sitting there with only a couple FB “friends” on my page for months and years. Now suddenly freaks I knew in the past are crawling out of the woodwork to pounce on me FB-style. Lots of them. Names I never thought I’d (have to) see again. Icky icky icky.
March 26, 2009 at 12:52 pm
Colon cleansing……..tell me about this. Have you actually purchased the products and used them? I have considered doing so but am a bit scared and unsure. Give me your opinion and if you have indeed purchased specific products, which ones?