ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE PARTY!

WELCOME TO THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

YOU’VE SPENT YOUR LIFE PREPARING FOR AN EMERGENCY.

HOW WELL WOULD YOU SURVIVE?

 

You have thirty minutes to complete the following to survive the zombie apocalypse. Capture all ten pictures including three members of your group WITHOUT any of the zombies photobombing them, or your pictures will be disqualified. DECAPITATION OF ZOMBIES WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISQUALIFICATION.

Text each picture to me at 925-*******. Your survival will be evaluated and rewarded when you return to my house.

1) In the event of a zombie apocalypse, or any other emergency, it is recommended that you make contact with a relative from out of town to let them know you are alive. Go to the Mothership and let my parents know you’re alive. Take a picture on the porch.

 

2) In the case of a serious emergency, or extremely serious zombie attack, you will likely have to drop off someone at the ER. Go take a picture carrying your wounded into the ER at the SR Regional Medical Center.

3) If zombies really were to attack, the Elder’s Quorum Presidents and the Emergency Preparedness Committee would coordinate emergency efforts with the assistance of the Relief Society President, assuming they are not already eaten. For the purpose of this activity, the RS President is Marilyn Monroe and she lives at the Rasmussen’s. Go take a picture with her there. 

4) In the case of zombie infiltration, home teachers should determine the safety and needs of their home teachees, as well as wield the machetes. Mark Maher happens to be an excellent Home Teacher. Go to his house and take a picture with Griffin (mini Mark) teaching you a home teaching lesson.

5) When all are accounted for (plus or minus limbs) a priesthood leader will contact the stake leadership with a report. The Stake Emergency Center will be in front of the stake office Sycamore chapel. Go take a picture desperately trying to break into the Stake Center. (Look for the sign)

6) If the zombies have already chewed through the telephone wires and eaten all available cell phones, four runners (pairs of two) should be sent with a report to the Sycamore Stake Center. Have two group members dress in running outfits (the more spandex the better) and take a picture of them running across Sycamore/Greenbrook crosswalk.

Apparently Will borrowed a singlet from my dad – a stranger – and rocked it.
7) The bishop will take care of his immediate personal family needs and then will proceed to the Ward or Stake Emergency Center. In this zombie apocalypse, the bishop has already been captured and taken to the Qs’ house. Go take a picture trying to save him.

8) When the zombies attack, you may have to hide out in your house for three days or more. Go to whomever’s house in your group has the greatest food supply and take a picture of yourselves with the food storage actually eating something from it. Aren’t you glad you’ve been moving with it for ten years?

9) Cops and security guards are usually zombie’s first targets. Assuming they are able to evade clever brain-eating zombies, they will have primary responsibility for coordinating disaster relief efforts. Get a picture with a person of authority (police, guards, someone with a badge, OR a picture of their car).

10) One way to get zombies to not eat your brain is to prove you have one. Put your thinking caps on and go take a picture where the caption could be, “I can’t believe we all fit in here!”

11) LASTLY: You and your loved ones are all present and accounted for with the proper authorities. Go now to check on the singles (Me) and the fatherless (My kids) to make sure they have not been turned into Zombies while you were all busy saving yourselves.

RETURN TO MY SAFE HOUSE WHEN YOU’RE FINISHED.

FIRST GROUP THERE WINS EXTRA POINTS.

 

A BIG THANK YOU TO EVERYBODY WHO PARTICIPATED AND HELPED!!

 

Photos from Twilight and her friends playing Zombie the following day:

Vegetarian zombie.

Twilight was a big helper making the t-shirts and decorating.  She was a total sport and got real into dressing up as a zombie which surprised me because she’s such a girlie girl.  Little Me is becoming such a grown up little girl and a real asset to me.

Party on Wayne

Song:

‘Thrift Shop’ chosen because it makes my kids and me dance and want to party.  Try not to dance to it.  I dare you.  “They had a broken keyboard?  I bought a broken keyboard.”

CLEAN VERSION (but doesn’t show the video, which is hilar.)

NOT CLEAN VERSION with the hilarious video.  Skip to :40 and it’s clean enough.

Scripture:  Not going to link a scripture with a song that has a few questionable lyrics, so you get a quote instead.

“We do not remember days; we remember moments.”  ~Cesare Pavese

Picturessssss:

Twilight’s 6th Birthday Party last Friday. A zillion kids and me partying it up.

Story:

I’m throwing a party this weekend and it is stressing me out.  It’s a Zombie Apocalypse party for the couples in my ward who I see all the time with kid stuff.  Funny how your friends become the people who have kids your kid’s ages.  I’ve thrown big old parties once a year for the last few years and have some amazing memories.  For my 30th birthday I did a Minute To Win It party, a few years before that I did an Amazing Race.  My friends are really competitive and it makes for an interesting event. 

The Zombie Apocalypse was inspired by an Emergency Preparedness FHE that my little sister Camille put on at BYU.  I made some adjustments.  But I’m not going to tell you all about it until after it goes off.

 

Makin’ Zombie costumes.

It’s weird to throw a couples party without being a couple, but I don’t really care.  Whatever.  But it does leave ALL of the planning and preparations up to me!  It’s a lot of errands and planning, but I LOVE doing it because parties are FUN.

I always wonder why people don’t throw more parties.  I come from an epic party family.  We do blow outs.  Just a few I remember include a Superhero Party for Camille’s birthday, the 1999 End of the Century New Year’s Eve party, Nate’s Death party (oh, wait, that was a funeral but everybody was there so it kinda felt like a party), Phil and Aub’s wedding, Camille’s line dancing wedding, Paige’s 30th birthday 80’s party (highlight being Ellie dressed as business casual) Jim’s 1960’s 60th birthday party. 

Yeah, it takes planning and doing.  But the memories make it all worth it.

Party on, Wayne.

Mormon Mother Misfit

Song:

“you say i’m out on a ledge, come stand with me.  i need the company”

Scritture: Ecclesiastes 9:11

I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.

Pitture:

Story:

So, blogging.  I was on the fence about coming back on here.  Blogging had left a bad taste in my mouth – what with the drama up in P-town and the upheaval of the last year.  I found I was experiencing trials that were all the more challenging because I felt obligated to either confront them in this public forum or to pretend like everything was la-ti-da fine and lovely when it really wasn’t.  It was a tightrope.

But then there was the allure of having a daily audience of about a thousand people.  What attracted all those people to read this?  Why was that popularity such a gratifying experience?  It took me five years and a ton of life crises to build that readership and the numbers became important and satisfying to me.  It was easy to consider blogging popularity as validation.  I had a forum to explain myself which worked for me because I’m kind of contradictory.  Liberal, feminist, brash, punk, smart, pink, LDS, mother, closet dork, suburbanite, professor, morally conservative, and a lot of other words all define me.  I needed a way to explore how they could all line up and work out because for a long time I didn’t even make sense to me. 

I am one of those people who is blessed/cursed to see both sides of every situation and I am drawn to both.  I can see all the wonderful reasons to live a tame life here in the suburbs.  I can see all of the excitement and diversity a big city (LA, my home away from home) offers.  I see the merits of normalcy, I am drawn to the creative weird parts of life.  I’m a free spirit who wants to drive BMW’s.  I want my kids to have a stable friend group and I want them to be able to grow up as vagabonds traveling from country to country.  The gospel is a non-negotiable: I am firmly rooted in the gospel of Christ, but it is because I fight every day to endure to the end and not skip merrily into religious ambivalence and call myself a buddhist or mystic or some other cheery-easy sounding morality.  I want to check the natural man and I want to suck the marrow out of every adventure leaving no stone unturned – and I’m trying to do so as a mother/Mormon/misfit.

It’s a conundrum.  I see so many ways to live this life.

But it’s one thing to navigate life privately, another entirely to do so in a public space.  I know why I’m here, but why am I HERE?  In bloggerland?  It’s not just a journal, it’s a public journal.

I think it’s because I like to see the process.  I prefer it to personal journaling because it provides me with an external system of checks and balances.  In my journals I can be as inconsistent and flighty as I please, but in a public arena I have to make sense and use reason to write my thoughts.  Things have to make sense.  I can’t just bitch and moan, I have to find positive things to say. 

We use our communities as external barometers while our internal thoughts are private.  My blogging is a bridge.  It’s a way to link the “everything is fine” exterior with the “I have no idea what the hell I’m doing” interior.  This challenges me.  It helps me figure out what the hell I’m doing and also, I hope, provides a glimpse beyond the smiling faces at church where everybody just seems flawless and untroubled (though we know they’re not).  Oh, you have trouble sometimes too?  Welcome to Team Unicorn, where we don’t pretend that life isn’t kicking our butts.  Come stand with me.  I need the company.

So I’m here.  I’m working it out.  I’m muddling through.  You get to participate if you wish.  Thanks for helping and your feedback is always welcome.

Paralysis of Choice

Song:

Scripture:
3 Nephi 6:8  And there were many highways cast up, and many roads made, which led from city to city, and from land to land, and from place to place.

Picture:

I can't even successfully pick one ice cream flavor.

Story:
Last fall I applied to law schools.  I'm starting to hear back from them and my options are opening up.  It's giving me paralysis of choice.  You know how it is when you have a million possibilities in front of you and each one looks good in it's own way?  That's paralysis of choice.  It's a privileged problem, but one that I'm facing.

Should I go to law school?  If so, which one?  Can I actually raise three kids by myself and put myself through school?  If I CAN do it, do I want to?  Is this the best long term choice?  Should I wait a few years until my kids are in school?  How is this going to effect the possibility of having more babies?  Do I actually want to do law work?  Should I stay and teach college next year or pursue a different profession?  What are my motives for going?  Is it worth leaving my kids with child care?  Will it make me a better parent or worse?  Should I move my whole family to LA or Utah or the east coast?  Why would I ever intentionally leave my current perfect town?  How am I going to set up a whole new environment for us including community and schools? 

I'm seriously about to grab strangers on the street by the lapels and ask them what to do.  Somebody make these impossible decisions for me.  Or better yet, God please send me an email telling me exactly what to do.  Are you there God?  It's me, Nor.  Tell me what to do! XOXO.

Things that I Hate this Week

Song:

Scripture:

Psalms 139:22 “ I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.”

Pictures and Stories:

Enough with the Niceties.  Bring on the nasty!

1.  I hate this area of my house.  It’s that one place where my stuff without a home lands.  I can see it from my bed and it makes me mad.  Clean yourself up, stupid flat surface.  You’re a mess.

2.  Hitler.  Not One Direction, I don’t know why Hitler’s face is on this photo.  But I really hate Hitler this week.  I’m reading a most fascinating book called Under the Wings of the Almighty by Walter Rohloff.  Walter was a German soldier in WW2.  What’s that you say?  A German soldier?  Weren’t they all Nazi’s?  Walter wasn’t, but he was drafted into Hitler’s army to fight for Germany.  Walter is also an active Latter Day Saint.  I have long lumped Germans into a big “If you made it through WW2 then you must have helped Hitler somehow” group, but this book presents a completely unique perspective.  For the first time I’m reading about German soldiers in foxholes on the Russian front and hoping that they don’t die.  I’ve never approached WW2 this way and it is enlightening.  Walter’s story is nothing short of amazing and inspiring – he got shot, he was in a POW camp, his dad was captured by the Russians, he was harassed by the SS.  He now lives in Bountiful Utah I believe.  Here’s a link to an article about him: LDS author Recounts Life in Nazi Germany.  You should buy and read his book, but the only way to get your hands on it is by emailing him or calling him.  Isn’t that adorable?  To buy it, call Rohloff at 801-292-1969 or email him at wkarohloff@aol.com.  
Read more: The Davis Clipper - LDS author recounts life in Nazi Germany

Anyway, I hate Hitler for fighting a losing war when he knew they were going to lose and carelessly sending soldiers to their deaths.  Hitler, you’re such a bastard.

3.  Packing tents.  It’s intense.  My kids had colds last week and so I set up our giant tent in their room as a humidity Vicks Vaporub tent.  When I was repacking it I got it all zipped up, just barely, sitting on it to make it fit.  And then I turned around to see the stupid cover.  Who in the world makes the tent bags so small?  They should be sacked.  Would it have killed them to make it just a little bit larger?

 

4.  Fuzzy camera shots.  I HATE these.  Above is an amazing impromptu whole family dance party, immortalized in fuzzy.  Below is that one day I actually looked like a grown up at preschool pick up.  Hold the camera still and frame the darn picture. Get your fingers out of the way.  Click the button three times to get at least one good shot.  Learn the rules. (I don’t care if you’re five, Mimi. ;)

5.  These shorts.  They look like tan shorts with an old fashioned menstrual belt.

6.  Glenn Beck.  He is a fearmongering jerk.  I do, however, love this clip of him being blissfully unaware that he is describing his own style of commentary.  Do you have to be LDS?  You’re embarrassing me.

7.  These people.  I had a lot of this on NORTORIOUS.  It was always hilarious when someone got their panties in a bunch thinking I was writing about them.  If I’m writing about you I promise to ask your permission. 

8.  People in cheesy love.  Not people in real love, I love them.  But saccharine BS, no.  You bug me.  Bad time for hating this as Valentine’s Day is just around the corner.  I like funny love and deep long non-demonstrative love and straight up “I love you, that’s how it is” kinda love.  But “He asked and she said yes” generic nonsense?  Annoying.

9.  Chevrons.  Yeah, I said it.  I try to like Chevrons but my eyes can’t focus looking at them and they make me dizzy.  They’re like an optical illusion that I don’t get.

 

10.  Weeping Angels.  So there’s the episode of Dr. Who wherein they run into hundreds of Weeping Angels statues.  When you blink they move and try to kill you.  They’re terrifying and I hate them.  Ask me how many times I have seen a weeping angel picture and had a staring contest, then closed one eye at a time to rest it.  The answer is all the time.  Don’t blink?  I have to blink.  Curse you Weeping Angels.

Trouble is a Friend

Song:

Scripture:

Joshua 14:11-12 As yet I am as strong this day as I was in the day that Moses sent me: as my strength was then, even so is my strength now, for war, both to go out, and to come in. Now therefore give me this mountain, whereof the Lord spake in that day.

Picture:

Trouble. 

(with a capital T that rhymes with P and that stands for pool, as in the tide pools we were sitting next to when this photo was shot, hence no g’s.)

Story:

That’s me and Niya my BFF.  Niya and I have both traveled very interesting paths to get where we are, but we are both staying out of Trouble’s way at present.

I met Niya at church in WC.  I was 9 months pregnant with my first kid and had some kind of wacky colored hair.  Niya was a newlywed supporting her {deadbeat} husband and going to art school in SF.  We met at church.  I walked out of Sacrament Meeting and there was Niya, standing against the wall waiting for me.  She said, “You look like you could be my friend” and we have been BFF’s ever since. 

Together we have seen some serious Trouble and we have climbed some mountains.  Niya had married the missionary, from whom she learned about the LDS church, in the temple after he had completed his mission.  Unfortunately, he was not everything he said he was . . . to say the very least.  He was addicted to pornography in a paralyzing way.  Niya speaks freely about this topic because while she was dealing with it she had very few female confidants.  Pornography is such a shameful addiction so it’s very difficult to find other women who admit that this is a problem in their relationship.  She’s walked that ugly confusing path, living with the influence of Trouble in her home.

I remember the blessing Niya received when she had just,  basically gone into hiding from him and it distinctly said that she could walk away with a clear conscience.  In the words of Yoda, “The force is strong with that one.”

In order to get this hurt woman back on her gloriously long legs, I marched a reluctant Niya into a modeling agency in SF and they signed her on the spot.

Then came the reign of Trouble for both of us.  The ordeal with her new husband as a new convert left her spiraling, as you can imagine.  I watched Niya rebuild her modeling career which launched her into Parisian society and hooked her up with a lot of interesting people who did not share her same moral code.  We connected regularly during these times and it was kinda scary to observe her venturing in some very dark places.  It’s hard to watch your friends float away from their anchors. 

When I visited Niya in LA I marched her (willingly) back into church.  She does a lot of marching at my behest.  Once there I reconnected with old friends and introduced Niya, but I never anticipated how effortlessly she was able to make friends and find a support network down there.  Since that time she has been off Trouble’s radar.

Of course during this time Trouble was kicking my ass too.  Three babies and the great vanishing husband? 

Niya and I were able to attend the temple together this time last year.  We’ve crawled up many mountains together – trouble with men, trouble with friends, trouble with choices, trouble with faith.   When I stumble she helps me back up. When she is feeling crushed I help her out. 

Trouble always comes my way and no matter what I feed it it always seems to grow.  But I have a buddy walking with me, beating Trouble into submission.

I used to be afraid of Trouble, but now Trouble should be afraid of me.

 

I Was Born a Unicorn

Starting fresh with a fancy new blog!

My previous blog NORTORIOUS is in privacy mode at present because I am waiting to hear back from law schools and I need the last five years of my life to be my own again.  You can get to know me from here on out.

Here's how it's going to work:

1.  You get the song of the day to play while you're reading.
2.  You get a daily scripture or quote, free of charge.
3.  You get my daily "makes me smile" picture.
4.  You get a story or a tip or something interesting to get you through your wait in the school pick-up line, waiting for the train, waiting in line at the grocery story, or waiting to fall asleep.

On a good day these four elements will be related and tied up into a nice thematic package, on other days you'll take what's coming to you as is, thank you very much.

For the sake of attempting to maintain a little privacy while posting pictures of my children there will be no mention of names or towns.  My children will be called after the names they gave their hamsters: Twilight (age 5), Crusher (age 4), and Bunny (age 3).  Their father will be called Houdini.  I will be Nortorious as I have always been.

Song:



Scripture:

Isaiah 34:7

"And the unicorns shall come down with them"

Picture:

Story:

This picture showed a little slice of my world today.  I was standing outside waiting for Kindergarten pick up when I noticed this non-descript-gray-high-function- folded-arms-low-fabulous quartet in front of me.  Soon the little five year olds came bounding out of school with sunshiney faces and rainbow colored clothing.  There were bows and tutus and bright colors skipping across the pavement.

My little girl came running for me and I swept her up meeting her same enthusiasm.  We were all colors and smiles.  

I have gone to this school pickup -- occasionally the only contact I have with adults all day long -- with pink, teal, purple, and rainbow hair.  I've come in sequins and combat boots, sparkles and rocket pants.  My exterior is a little bit fabulous.  

Day after day I wonder to myself "What am I doing here?  I do not fit in.  I'm a weirdo.  Why do I live here? These people don't get me. I should tone it down. Do they all think I'm irresponsible and crazy?"

But then I see them the next day and the next.  And I realize our lives are pretty much the same.  We've educated ourselves but we have chosen (and are fortunate enough) to make our children our primary occupation.  We cook, clean and tend.  We wipe bums, counters and noses.  We wake our children up for school and we tuck them in their beds at night.  We pursue our interests in our small amounts of free time.  We serve and we live our moral code.  We stay home most Friday nights and we go to church on Sundays.  We are an army of parents committed to providing our children with the best possible foundation.  We are a team of horses each pulling our little loads.

I just happen to be a Unicorn.

Going Dark

This is a very tumultuous time in our familial life.  We have so many unanswered questions and the path seems very fuzzy.

Will I decide to go to law school?

Will we continue to go to church without a daddy?

Will Silas stop saying “poophead”?

Will I find peace and resolution about Some Guy?

Or will he decide to move here full time and be a family with us?

Will he reconcile with his first wife?

Will Jude remain stormy?

Will I ever believe in love again?

Will we move to wherever law school might be?

Will the children see more of their father?

Will Houdini return to his faith?

Will I ever be able to drive Highway 24 without thinking about Nate’s death?

Will Houdini continue on his destructive life path?

Will I ever have more babies?

Will Mimi get a role in the play she’s auditioning for?

Will we be an eternal family with a dad, ever?

Will I ever be able to forgive them?

Will Sacrament Meeting ever become more manageable?

Will Stamos ever call?

Will we accomplish our goals?

Will my hair stay pink?

Will Friday afternoons ever get easier?

Will we be okay?

This blog will soon be going dark.
I am about to submit my applications to law schools and I don’t need this blog out there as part of my Google search.  Once I hear responses, and it is appropriate, I will resume blogging.
I love blogging.  I love writing, I love sharing pictures of my children, I love having a record of our comings and goings.  I love looking back at the things I was thinking about and I love being reminded of how and why I am where I am in life.  It’s about as narcissistic as a journal for me and more productive.  If I make public my thoughts and feelings I am more likely to have a positive attitude.  I’ve loved your comments and your readership (1200+ daily!!). 
My blog has been an adventure providing everything from logged accounts of my efforts and my failures, our successes and our hopes and dreams being dashed to smithereens.  I’ve been able to explain myself – my interests, my hair, my faith, my parenting, my choices – and I’ve felt more validated in doing so.  When I’ve been at the very lowest points and at my highest, they’re all chronicled here.  Because I blog I have challenged my fears of being judged and evaluated, and become stronger.  Major life changes have not been hidden.  I’ve made choices about how and when to share information.  I’ve tried to publish peace and hope, even while I’ve been struggling beyond what I could have imagined when I started writing this five years ago.  I’ve made some mistakes, but I’ve done the best that I can.
Now it’s time to go incognito. 
I will not be posting so you won’t be missing out on anything.  Don’t be offended when you see “You are not invited to read this blog” as I will have no invited readers. 
If you would like to be notified when the next chapter of this blog continues please leave your email in the comments, send me an email (), or let me know on Facebook.  Oh, and if you wouldn’t mind, please use your crystal ball and let me know what the answers are to any and all of the above questions.
See you on the flip side.  Wish me luck.  Here goes nothing.

Miss Me?

Hi.

Too busy to get my roots done. 

Things I’ve Been Up To These Days

1)  working on law school applications which means

- contacting professors from 10 years ago asking for recommendations (BA UCLA 2003, MA Univ of London 2007)

- filling out a ton of paperwork (thank goodness it’s all online)

- requesting transcripts from myriad schools

- writing a personal statement that stresses me out beyond belief

- setting up interviews

- mailing stuff places that includes visiting Kinkos (fellow mothers, feel sorry for me)

- locating college essays

- revisiting the old trusty resume

- going to law school “fairs” like this one in SF:

This hardly qualifies as a “fair”.  No rides, no cotton candy?  Not a fair.

2)  helping Pam out with musical theater projects  (The Little Mermaid opens next weekend!!)

- brushing up choreography

- making Jellyfish costumes with glue gun

3)  voting

- winning at voting

- being highly amused at the anger Obama (and I) winning stirs up

Are you going to stop reading me now because I voted Obama?  You need to be more accepting. ;)

4)  eating Halloween candy

-  throwing away wrappers all over the house

- negotiating real food for the children who sneak candy

I don’t have any pictures of candy.  You know what candy looks like.

5)  obtaining bookshelf

-  go to stupid Ikea

-  heft that thing in and out of my car

- put together (much more difficult than anticipated, and I have plenty of Ikea experience, to my chagrin

I kind of want this, but not really.

6)  Potty training my baby Silas

-  Lots of time at home running to and from the potty

-  talking about potty

-  potty potty potty

-  Attempting to cut out Silas’ naughty talk.  He calls everybody “Poophead” like it is a term of endearment.  It’s not even rude and he’s so casual about it.  “Bye, Poophead.”  “I yuv you too, Poophead.”  He’s so sweet about it.  He also says, “I hate this.”  But more like “haIT” in a sing-song voice. 

7)  Teaching Mimi a little thing called Honesty.

-  We had an incident at school involving Littlest Pet Shops.  I will not recount, out of respect for the Mimi and her sticky fingers.

8)  Preparing Mimi for her first audition

-  Mimi is trying out for a local semi-pro production of ‘The Sound of Music”, just for fun.  She had a singing lesson with Auntie Aubrey. 

9)  Cuddling with Jude after the other kids fall asleep

- Cubby waits until it’s quiet and then comes and spends quality time with me

10)  Meeting up with friends old and new

-  This is fun.  I am enjoying making some new friends, but discovering that it’s rather difficult.

11)  Attempting to keep my house clean, laundry done.  Ha ha yeah right.

12)  Catching up on my Hulu

Silas has started preschool.  It’s his favorite thing in the WHOLE WORLD.  He’s been waiting his whole life for this. 

13)  Attempting to decide if I really am ready to commit to law school.  I am nervous.

Shopping for house stuff.  I took the above picture.  That chair is currently on sale at Home Goods down the street from me.  What on earth is it’s purpose?

14) Group texting my sisters all day long.  It’s like an all-day comedy routine.

15)  Subbing over at the local prep school.  SO MUCH FUN.  I love being there.

16) Secretly envying everybody who is having babies.  Grr.  I hate when I feel baby envy. 

By the way, I am somewhat tempted to turn off my blog while I’m waiting for school results.  I don’t need people Googling me while I’m trying to get into schools. 

Sorry this post isn’t well thought-out and up to snuff.  My brain is on overload temporarily.  Boo, even the format is a fail.  I’ll get back on the nearly-daily wagon posting once apps are in.

Being busy makes me feel horrifically content.

Just Being Friendly

I’m working on expanding my Friend network via social media.  I don’t necessarily need new friends right now, I just thought I might put myself out there as a possible friend to someone (John Stamos)who might like to have a really really great friend.  I’m friendly. 

Here’s how I’m working on expanding my friend network (to plus one: Stamos).

Like the rest of the masses I joined Twitter months or years ago.  I wasn’t really into it.  Mostly I didn’t understand the format.  I follow people (John Stamos), got that part.  Then when I want to write something about what the people I follow (Stamos) said it comes up as my status?  Maybe I don’t want anybody (Stamos) to know that the sole reason I signed up for Twitter was so that I could get in touch with, you know, people (John Stamos).  Would it be weird if ALL of my tweets use the little @ sign (@JohnStamos)?

This is just an example of a possible “tweet” one might write. 

I’m also doing Instagram.  Val mentioned that you could follow people you don’t officially know (Stamos) on Instagram.  I did some scavenging around.  I found a few people I don’t know, but no one, you know, worth knowing (John Stamos).  I guess I’ll follow a few celebrities, just for fun you know?  Zac Efron will do (poor Stamos substitute).

Just an example of a possible Instagram search for things you’re interested in that have been #hashtagged.

Then I thought, hey, well, maybe I could just add some new Facebook friends (Stamos).  But I guess I’m not spelling people’s names correctly (Stamotopoulos) or maybe they use an alias (Uncle Jesse)?  Either way all I can dig up is silly Pages to follow and they always ask me if I want to “Like” the page (yes, I do like John Stamos).   Perhaps I should look through my friend’s friend lists to see if we (Stamos and I) might have some common friends that maybe I should add (for the sole purpose of getting to Stamos).

This is an example of a “Page” that people “Like”.  There is no “Love” option.

Social media is all about making friends and connecting with people who have things in common with you (Stamos likes Stamos, and so do I).  So it’s not weird at all to spend unusual amounts of time looking for new friends and who knows?  Maybe even relatives (Uncle Jesse)?

Oh, by the way.  Are any of you familiar with that old show Full House?  There’s this one character on it that I thought was super cool and had great hair, but I can’t remember his name.  Have mercy on me and let me know what he’s been working on and you know, where he’s ended up making a home for himself?  I just want to know he’s settled and happy.  Just the town and street is fine, I’ll find the right house.

 

PS, Just kidding.  I’m not really stalking you for real, esteemed Mr.  Stamos.