Many years ago I made the stupid mistake of perusing Classmates, and I've paid for it ever since. They send me emails constantly asking if I remember so-and-so from high school. Well, there were something like 500 people in my high shcool graduating class so no, chances are I don't remember that person.
Everyone I ever knew from third grade forward I have already friended on Facebook, anyway!
Except two women, and Facebook keeps asking me if I don't want to friend them?!? Well, no. I don't care if we have 50 friends in common. One of them played a mean trick on me in 6th grade and I still get ticked off every time I see her smiling face in her profile photo. The other one was a close friend until about 7 years ago, and then she went wacko and quit talking to me for reasons I still cannot fathom.
That's the irritating thing about Facebook. I check it a few times a day, just out of boredom, but it's not my life. I like to play Farmville. I like to see what everyone's doing. Occasionally, I ask for advice. That's about it.
Like today I asked about games the kids can play at Mike's Halloween party on Saturday. I got some good suggestions, and some weird ones. It's hard to know what a bunch of 12-14 year olds will want to do. They're not little kids. They aren't like teenagers just yet either. They're Tweens. I hate that term, but there it is.
Unlike many mothers, I really really don't want my son playing outside at night. There is a creek in the backyard and we've seen water moccasins in it. I don't want to take a chance on some child getting bitten. I also don't want the kids running all over the place on a scavenger hunt. I just don't think you should bother your neighbors like that. I remember doing a scavenger hunt when I was in 8th grade and I remember distinctly feeling fearful, knocking on the doors of strangers. I'm sorry, but I don't think that's safe. I'm OK with the kids kicking a ball around, or playing on the trampoline, but leaving our yard makes me nervous.
I went to Walmart with Michael after school today, because the Walmart fairies have just turned our ordinary Walmart into a Superstore. I was pleasantly shocked that I could get all the party food there.
Next time I am bored, I am going to go there and just people watch. We saw some doozies today. Not as interesting as the People of Walmart, but interesting.
I kept having to try and avoid colliding into a linebacker-proportioned black lady talking on the cell phone but not watching where she was walking. I don't know why she was in there because she had no merchandise and wasn't even looking at merchandise. There was also a blonde black lady who had on skintight denim shorts and furry boots. It was 80 degrees outside today. She had a toddler with her. I wanted to snatch the child and run. There was a family of daddy whose pants were sagging on his butt so bad I couldn't believe he could walk, along with mama who looked like, well, a streetwalker, with a lot of metal in her face though, and two cute kids - there again, I wanted to call DFACS.
Then in the candy aisle there were three teenaged girls who obviously go to catholic school because they had on the plaid skirts and white blouses, but they all talked like they were from California, and they looked sort of like they stepped out of a video shoot for some sleazy movie called Naughty Schoolgirls or something.. hmmm....
But hey, at least we didn't encounter any criminals running through the store. Good thing, because unlike my brother I don't carry concealed. My plan in the event of being taken hostage by a criminal is to cry and wet my pants. I have those skills.
I am trying to find my son a blue blazer to wear when he gets baptized next weekend. We go to a very informal little church but I want him to look nice for once. (I just hemmed his black dress pants today. Sewing is like riding a bike, I never lose that skill. I can't ride a bike any more, though..) I can't afford to just go buy one. I am surveying my local friends and even emailed some of my cousins, in hopes of finding a decent blazer some teenager has outgrown. Right now Mike is 5'3 and weighs about 110, so he wears small men's clothes. I don't want to just get something at Goodwill because I don't be able to wash it. I always wash everything I get at Goodwill - I am a third generation germaphobe...
Oh, BTW, in the Episcopal church we don't do full immersion baptism, we sprinkle.
Stay tuned for more crab adventures tomorrow.
