Facebook is down. Sean says it's a sign from God that I should blog more.
Perhaps he's right.
Because here I sit, wishing I could facebook about facebook being down. Instead, I'll blog about facebook being down. Sadly, I don't even have anything facebook-y to share on facebook, but I still wish I could see what others were facebooking about.
I personally feel it's an attempt to draw more attention to the movie about facebook that is due to come out.
Publicity stunts. Fail.
It's 10:30 ish at my house, and the kids are already asking for lunch. This is so funny to me. They get up at the butt crack of dawn, okay, like 7, eat a ton of cereal and yogurt, and then by 10:30 they want lunch. Man, it's a good thing they don't go to school, and have to wait until 12:30 for lunch, they would starve!
So for today's "lunch", we're having two things. Maggie is making her own quesadilla, which she loves to do since she has figured out how to use the 30 second button on the microwave. Fine with me, I don't mind giving her a little bit more independence. And Gretta is having Ravioli. Only the kind from the can. We bought some Roasted Pepper And Braised Short Rib Ravioli that came in a bag a few nights ago. I liked it. The kids? Not so much. They prefer Chef Boyardee. I guess their palates aren't ready for more than that yet.
Even though it's a little early for lunch, I don't mind too much. I have bowling today, and if the kids eat lunch here at home, that means less moolah I have to for over for bowling alley snacks later on. Win win, see? I bowl, they play, no greasy food. I do have to say that I don't agree with the bowling alley rule about now outside food or drink. I need my McDonald's coke, and the snack bar coke just isn't the same. Maybe I'll try and sneak it in. Do you think they'd revoke my league membership?
Probably not worth it for a little coke.
Maggie gets to go to the dentist today. She absolutely looooves the dentist. Do you sense my sarcasm? Actually, we all went to see Dr. Matt last week, and none of us cried. That's a pretty big deal. But even though 4 of us checked out cavity-free, poor Mags has a couple of doozies.
She's not too scared of what's to come, yet. She has been fine all morning. I'm sure she'll be fine up until they put her in that chair and start tilting it backward. Oh, the screams that will be heard. There will be drooling, and snot, and lots and lots of tears, I'm sure. And then there will be her, oh boy. ;)
I have always hated the dentist. As a kid, the only time we went to the dentist was if we had an abscess, or needed a root canal. Never for a cleaning. I didn't even know people went to the dentist to get their teeth cleaned until I was married. Go figure. We've been lucky enough to have a great family dentist, and cleanings have remained fairly consistent. I know that's a huge blessing. Dental insurance is cheap, but dental work, even with insurance, is not.
I don't think Mags will need root canals. She had to have one last year, and it was pretty bad. These ones look like they'll be okay. But then again, I'm no dentist, so what do I know?
I hope this post speaks to at least a few of my bloggy friends. You gals get me, so I'm sure it will.
Is it just me, or has Facebook basically taken the place of a blog? I have 2 reasons for thinking this.
1. I can access Facebook a million times a day (and I probably do!), and post mild to moderately witty status updates throughout the day. We'll call them mini blog posts. Less wordy, more to the point, but a lot less satisfying.
2. I'm only on my desktop computer, from where I blog, once in a while anymore, so my blog suffers. I sort of figure why bother blogging when I can just update Facebook. It's sad. I'm not really sure what this means for the future of blogging.
I love my blog, I really do. I love going back and reading the mindless spewing that has come forth over the years. I especially love reading the posts I wrote when my mom was sick, and shortly thereafter. It brings back such good memories. I know that sounds weird, but that was a really important time in my life, and I learned a lot during those weeks. Plus, it makes it feel like she's still a part of my life.
I also love looking back at all the pictures of my kids and my life over the past few years. I need to get back to that. It's just hard now, because before, people wanted to see what my life was like in a different state, with new adventures and all that. Now that I'm back in boring old Utah (wink wink), it's just not the same.
So even though I don't get where this post is going, I guess it's just a reminder to myself more than anything that I need to be better at documenting my life. I know not everyone that reads my blog lives in Utah, so you're probably interested in what's going on here. I'll be better, I promise. I promise I won't let Facebook completely take over my social networking.
I'm guessing grammar isn't one of his. 
But Gretta, she's all in. Every time this thing is fired up, she is out the door, and begging for a ride. She will sit with Sean for an hour and help him move the lawn. That's how she says it. Move the lawn. I think it's darling. If you want to hear something else she says that's darling, ask her to say truck. Yeah, that's a good one. 
And here she is. I love that Sean has hearing protection, but not G. Eh, she'll be fine, I'm sure. But the lawn looks great, and Gretta is in a good mood. Can't ask for much more than that, huh? 
