A general announcement to the people who care about me... I have finally started rehab and I think its a positive thing in my life. I am finally ready to admit I have a problem and cut back on my addiction and hopefully it will lead to me being productive again and get me back to the important things like this blog. And to the people who made it so easy for me to be easy distracted and allowed me to lose myself to this hideous addiction I can only say... shame on you!
In fairness, and in my defense, I didn't see it coming. It snuck up on me. Silent. Stealthy. And consumed me to the point of sleeplessness! Anyone who has faced this situation knows what I am talking about. I have sought out professional help prior to now but perhaps until now I didnt really WANT help.... I mean it always made me feel good and who was I really hurting? But today... today.... I have finally walked out of the fog and made a decision... I will no longer be a slave to MySpace!
And so I pledge the following Nine Things:
1. I will limit myself to updating photos once a week.... unless I catch Marley in some ubercute puppy pose which, of course, everyone needs to see right away!
2. I will check my messages only once or twice a day instead of every hour... on the hour.... for 45 minutes at a time.
3. I will NOT respond to EVERY survey that I get unless its REALLY important stuff like "who was your last text message from" or "what's your favourite colour".
4. I will stop logging on to see if any one who works for me is also logged on while they are suppose to be working.
5. I will stop looking for just the right smiley icon to indicate my mood -- besides they dont have enough choices anyway... like where are "quirky", "underwhelmed", "perky" and "oddly superior"??
6. I will stop searching for the right pimped out, glittery backgrounds to define who I am... obviously a quirky, perky underwhelmed yet oddly superior goddess. There just isn't enough glitter out there.
7. I will stop sending "comments" to people who are actually in the next room (Krista), people that I text message all day (Rach) or people that I would love to hear on the phone (Jules).
8. I will stop replying to "friend requests" that are from people in Bumpkiss, NV who just want to share a secret way to make me rich. I think it's possible that they don't really have my best interests in mind.
9. And I will stop stressing over who's feelings will be hurt if they are not in my Top 10 Friends list.... and I will stop wondering why I am not in their Top 10 Friends list either even though I am certain that I am a much better friend then the 10 people already listed there.
And so there it is... my plan to regain snippets of my life and get back to blogging!! Hmmm.... of course.... I just realized... I will have to go on MySpace and post a bulletin to let all my friends know that I am blogging again... and I might as well check my comments while I am there....and post that last picture I found of us dressed like pirates... and it would be kind of impolite not to answer Misty's survey....
Damn you, MyCrackSpace!!
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Romance on Valentines Day
So I "met" a guy on MySpace named Johnny (at what age do grown men drop the "eee"?) who said he hoped mail from strangers didn't creep me out (which it kinda does) and he wanted to take me to dinner. Well, I do eat and he didn't look too much like an axe murder in his picture but you never know about these things so I visited his MySpace page...looking for some sort of flashing "I'M AN AXE MURDERER" sign there. I read his bio and his blog and came across a rant he had about Valentine's Day. I ranted back (of course).
So..without further ado...my seasonally well-timed Valentine's Day rant...
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Valentines Day has as much to do with romance as Sunday services have to do with religion & faith. Absolutely nothing!
Romance is kissing your partner on the top of her little head when she is in flannel Winnie the Pooh pajamas and her nose is all red from blowing it and telling her that you think she is beautiful (...and her believing you mean it).
Romance is remembering that her favourite poet is Brian Andreas and picking up one of his books in the store for her even if you don't remember that you bought the same thing for her the year before (...and then her saying that's sweet and not pointing out that she owns it already).
Flowers are romantic if they arrive simply because its Tuesday... candy if it's that time of the month and it comes with a sympathetic back rub... and a random mid-day email that says "Whatcha doing gorgeous?" is better than donating $3.50 to the Church of Hallmark any day.
Romance is a state of mind...a two way street...full of pedestrians with umbrellas and street maps they drew on cocktail napkins (okay that last part was mostly nonsensical but I thought this rant was getting a bit heavy.)
(Note: The preceding opinion is worth what you paid for it...)
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I should note that I haven't heard from him since....
So..without further ado...my seasonally well-timed Valentine's Day rant...
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Valentines Day has as much to do with romance as Sunday services have to do with religion & faith. Absolutely nothing!
Romance is kissing your partner on the top of her little head when she is in flannel Winnie the Pooh pajamas and her nose is all red from blowing it and telling her that you think she is beautiful (...and her believing you mean it).
Romance is remembering that her favourite poet is Brian Andreas and picking up one of his books in the store for her even if you don't remember that you bought the same thing for her the year before (...and then her saying that's sweet and not pointing out that she owns it already).
Flowers are romantic if they arrive simply because its Tuesday... candy if it's that time of the month and it comes with a sympathetic back rub... and a random mid-day email that says "Whatcha doing gorgeous?" is better than donating $3.50 to the Church of Hallmark any day.
Romance is a state of mind...a two way street...full of pedestrians with umbrellas and street maps they drew on cocktail napkins (okay that last part was mostly nonsensical but I thought this rant was getting a bit heavy.)
(Note: The preceding opinion is worth what you paid for it...)
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I should note that I haven't heard from him since....
My Space for the hip & trendy
My friend (and I may be using that term loosely here) Krista made me get a MySpace page. I had no choice she explained to me. You wanna be hip and trendy, you do MySpace. So, of course, I have a MySpace page. Im hip. Im trendy. Relatively speaking.
So now people I can't remember from high school send me messages to "reconnect". Did I mention that I can't remember them? And guys who I have never met (who are obviously trolling MySpace looking for hip and trendy chicks) drop me a line asking to be my "friend". My first instinct here is: uh-oh... a guy who cant afford Match.com's monthly fees? Though, in all fairness, I merely took my Match.com profile (excuse me...they are now called "portraits") and cut and pasted it into MySpace. Lets face it. I can't keep up with all those lies (um...embellishments) if I have to make up new ones each time I have to describe myself to people. Blah blah blah long walks on the beach blah blah candlelight dinners blah blah blahbittyblah ....but I digress (as usual)....
So... back to MySpace (which, btw, is www.myspace.com/arty_pb)... I can "pimp" my MySpace page but I cant seem to find a background that says who I am -- you know -- hip and trendy and I think that if I create my own that I have crossed some sort of MySpace addiction line -- giving this whole thing waaay more time than is really healthy. So my page is non-pimped. Un-pimped. Pimp-free.
It is also music free because I havent figured out how to add music yet. I did, however, figure out how to add pictures so there's a boatload of pictures (yes....many are from my match.com profile/portrait thing) for people to look at. I have pictures of my pottery, my dog, my friends, my dog's friends and my dog's pottery. Ok, I made that last one up. My dog's pottery pictures are on HIS myspace page...which is pimped...he's hipper and trendier than me.
So now people I can't remember from high school send me messages to "reconnect". Did I mention that I can't remember them? And guys who I have never met (who are obviously trolling MySpace looking for hip and trendy chicks) drop me a line asking to be my "friend". My first instinct here is: uh-oh... a guy who cant afford Match.com's monthly fees? Though, in all fairness, I merely took my Match.com profile (excuse me...they are now called "portraits") and cut and pasted it into MySpace. Lets face it. I can't keep up with all those lies (um...embellishments) if I have to make up new ones each time I have to describe myself to people. Blah blah blah long walks on the beach blah blah candlelight dinners blah blah blahbittyblah ....but I digress (as usual)....
So... back to MySpace (which, btw, is www.myspace.com/arty_pb)... I can "pimp" my MySpace page but I cant seem to find a background that says who I am -- you know -- hip and trendy and I think that if I create my own that I have crossed some sort of MySpace addiction line -- giving this whole thing waaay more time than is really healthy. So my page is non-pimped. Un-pimped. Pimp-free.
It is also music free because I havent figured out how to add music yet. I did, however, figure out how to add pictures so there's a boatload of pictures (yes....many are from my match.com profile/portrait thing) for people to look at. I have pictures of my pottery, my dog, my friends, my dog's friends and my dog's pottery. Ok, I made that last one up. My dog's pottery pictures are on HIS myspace page...which is pimped...he's hipper and trendier than me.
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