Patrolling the subdivision:
As a follow up to my last post about all the marvelous things my girl is up to, I forgot to mention the counting. She has a mild cracker obsession and will request them periodically during
She also loves love loves her shadow. Photos from our windy Wednesday walk without.
Community (Part II) and Conspiracies:
Despite years and years of muttering under my breath about the creepiness that is Facebook, I...
(I signed up.)
Windy! That's the feeling of free falling into the 21st Century.
I think I mentioned I newly have access at work. I STILL wasn't going to do it because Big Brother, blah, blah... But my manager forced my hand when she refused to look up any more plaintiffs for me (Privacy settings people! Also, a suggestion: If you want someone else to pay for your back surgery, don't post photos of yourself on the Mother of all Roller Coasters). Ever since, I've found it to be an enormous time suck. A deliriously compelling time suck, but a time suck all the same. Someone please tell me the novelty wears off soon? I've already looked up all the mean girls from high school and a couple exes, thinking that would be the end of it, but I started playing Words With Friends yesterday, and despite being well & truly trounced, I'm having a teensy bit of a problem walking away from the computer. I had, actually, planned to ease into it (family only!) but Cate signed me up for a couple groups and Carrie sent me a gazillion friend "suggestions". I didn't tell her this (hi Carrie!) but I was actually going to ignore them all, until it struck me that I have a public blog, fergawdssake, so why not? Connecting with all those families - even if our families never meet up in Puerto Vallarta, we MAY still meet at a buddy walk or the NDSC conference (plug: or at the fun run that you should still send an email about so that it happens!). What a tremendous resource it will be for IEPs, therapies, etcetera. Even if you/yours aren't sporting an extra chromosome, you never know when your flight might get cancelled in my fair city... or when you might need an ego boost by besting me in WWF. So. If you're reading and I haven't "befriended" you, and you don't have that same idealistic only "real friends" & family rule, send me an email & I'll tell you my real name. (I still don't want to be google-able & am keeping the work/"real" life wall intact). I promise I'll stop using air quotes around "friends" shortly.
Run! Faster! Or they'll figure out you're a suburban mom!! Scary!
PS. More than one person has expressed their, um, displeasure with blogger's new comment system so I'm going to try moderation/no verification for a bit. Lemme know what you think.