I think I'm getting out of my 'mom' years. Oh, don't get me wrong - I LOVE being Mom...and I will always be Mom but I think my utility years are coming to an end. RS is going to be a junior in H.S. next fall and LB is going to be a college senior. Yeah, my reign - or control - is coming to an end.
Though I wouldn't trade my childraising years for a million dollars, of late I have been thinking a lot about my pre-kids years, hell my years pre-Texas. Now I have appreciated and relished my Texas existence but lately the blush has been off the rose. Actually this mini breakdown is NOTHING about my having and raising children...it's just that on my personal timeline I identify my past life - that in Washington - as the one without kids and my present life - in Dallas - as the one with kids. Sixteen years in Dallas...wow, who would have thought.
I miss intelligent people, sophisticated people. Oh boy, I bet I'm going to open a can of 'whoop ass' on this one!
Let's just say money does not equate intelligence. And money sure does not equate class.
I miss well groomed men who smell good. I miss the city. I miss the bustle, the vibe of a BIG city...an old city steeped in history and tradition. I miss wise, powerful people. I've had my fill of piggish brash 'powerful' people...who are ignorant. I miss men and women who carry briefcases. Women who still wear pantyhose...every day. With running shoes. In the city.
I'm quite honestly - tonight - sick of the metroplex. Sick of Stepford wives with big SUVs, blond hair and fake nails. Sick of Texas drawls...and there is a big difference between that laaaazy Texas drawl and the gentile drawl of the true South - I'm just sayin'. Sick of nouveau riche, competitive fellow parents - the 'friends' who are so very jealous of your kids.
Can you tell I've had a shitty week?
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
New to Facebook
I've been on Facebook all of one week. OK, two weeks if you count from creation. After months of hounding by friends I created one for myself. In a stroke of genius, I created it the night before my vacation. I had envisioned I'd make a splash on FB (that's what we in the know call Facebook) by creating an account and then dutifully posting about my big road trip back east. Yeah, right...that sucker didn't see the light of day until after a couple days of recuperation from va-cay. But - surprise! surprise! - I had accumulated a bunch of friend requests while I was off roaming the east coast. Yes I had a whole bunch of people who apparently were just out there, lurking, waiting for me to join. And I'm talking high school classmates, theater friends from my Act I life who I hadn't seen in a LONG time, former work colleagues, church friends, current work friends, neighborhood friends, etc. I'm sure most have the same experience on FB. You are FOUND.
I didn't know I was lost...
So now I'm not sure if I'm cut out for FB.
Oh it's grand catching up with everyone but DB you were right--as you wrote on my very first wall 'welcome to the biggest time suck in the world'. Hells yeah! One evening I said 'nighty-nite' to LB (that's my daugther - who will affectionately be known here as 'Legally Blonde') and then was simply rooted at my computer. LB came by like 2 hours later and said 'I thought you were going to bed?' Uh, yeah, but I have to find out - through pictures - what happened to DWWB's first marriage. Wowie Wow I AM A STALKER!
Oh yeah stalkers abound. My first profile pic of my cute little pet was not good enough. As my friend MB wrote 'well you've just upped your FB age by 20 years by posting your animal!' A couple of my high school guy friends beckoned me to put up 'a nice picture' of my current self. Well I was not quite ready for my high school friends to see me now...uh, I've been enjoying life and am showing some mileage. But damned if LB didn't TAG me in all the va-cay pictures she took. Uh huh...this is the kid that was NOT going to be my friend on FB and there she goes outing me for all my world to see. I can just envision the collective 'WHOA!' and lean back from the computer screen shock reaction I elicited. You see I'm more Bag then Babe these days. Oh well, I quickly gained confidence when I looked at others' picture albums (and I did learn a lot of strategic photograhy poses).
And everyone is SO nice on FB. It's weird; kinda like Stepford Wives. It's been a week and I'm kinda tired of being nice and upbeat. After all, I'm back from vacation and back to work and REAL life (yeah, sorry homies, but neither this blog nor FB will be a venue for me to post ANYTHING about work. I do like my job and want to keep it.) But seriously, everybody's 'friending' and commenting - it's like old home week, which is cool. But then I see so and so is now friends with so and so. WHAT? They hated one another. And my college roommate is friends with her former fiancee - the relationship that did NOT end well. Oh and the former fiancee that I, uh, yeah... That was a LONG time after they had broken up and we were no longer roomies and I seem to remember it involved a party that we both (he and I) had shown up at and booze and me needing a ride to my apt. Yeah...you get the picture. Not that it was all that involved - I think the most 'meaningful' dialog at the end of that evening was Me: 'I always wondered...' Him: 'Me too!' OK! Well, now we're all friends. Of course, he knows and I knows and she don't knows but I'm feeling a bit oogie because on some level I must have breached some girlfriend pact but no one else knew TIL NOW. But we're all friends...
And my gay theater friends...they were always a bag of laughs and surprises - you know, mean queens and screaming out loud funny. Well it's a kinder and gentler world. Maybe they still snark; maybe that's what 'send ___________ a message' is for.
And do you find that maybe ALL the people in the world that you've known maybe should NOT be brought together? I mean I put my maiden name down in my account name and that brought a whole lot of people from high school. Now I haven't kept in touch with those folks. Haven't seen any of them in a LONG time. You see, I went to a BAPTIST school. And I am no longer a Baptist. Haven't been for a LONG while. I used to say I was a recovering Baptist but I've long recovered. I've been an Episcopalian for over 25 yrs now and am quite happy thank you. I never really cared, quite honestly, about keeping in touch with any of them. I did have a super, super good friend in high school that I was close to but about 19 years ago she left her husband and took the kids and ran off with her girlfriend. But can I find Debbie? Nope. Guess she doesn't want to be found and she's the one I want to find! But, boy, reading some of the posts of my high school cronies just brings me back...right back to feeling guilty. Yeah but they ain't perfect. One gal put 'hey wouldn't it be cool to have a revival for Jesus right here on Facebook?' Honey before you put yourself out there for Jesus you may want to remove those photos of you looking shit-faced and enjoying your gambling trips. Me, judgmental? Nah just reflected my Baptist roots. Booyah!
So there you have it. Facebook in a way is like one big wedding reception, graduation party, retirement party, sorority/fraternity...chain letter. I guess I don't want to jump ship just yet and I sure don't want to be left out of the loop.
If you're reading this, you have been personally invited by Moi to do so. If ever you want to share these rantings, go ahead, be my guest. I'd love to receive comments but PLEASE do not 'out' me by calling me by name. I would like to not have to censor myself; I would like to remain anonymous (which with FB and other social outlets is getting harder and harder to do)
Til next time!
MM
I didn't know I was lost...
So now I'm not sure if I'm cut out for FB.
Oh it's grand catching up with everyone but DB you were right--as you wrote on my very first wall 'welcome to the biggest time suck in the world'. Hells yeah! One evening I said 'nighty-nite' to LB (that's my daugther - who will affectionately be known here as 'Legally Blonde') and then was simply rooted at my computer. LB came by like 2 hours later and said 'I thought you were going to bed?' Uh, yeah, but I have to find out - through pictures - what happened to DWWB's first marriage. Wowie Wow I AM A STALKER!
Oh yeah stalkers abound. My first profile pic of my cute little pet was not good enough. As my friend MB wrote 'well you've just upped your FB age by 20 years by posting your animal!' A couple of my high school guy friends beckoned me to put up 'a nice picture' of my current self. Well I was not quite ready for my high school friends to see me now...uh, I've been enjoying life and am showing some mileage. But damned if LB didn't TAG me in all the va-cay pictures she took. Uh huh...this is the kid that was NOT going to be my friend on FB and there she goes outing me for all my world to see. I can just envision the collective 'WHOA!' and lean back from the computer screen shock reaction I elicited. You see I'm more Bag then Babe these days. Oh well, I quickly gained confidence when I looked at others' picture albums (and I did learn a lot of strategic photograhy poses).
And everyone is SO nice on FB. It's weird; kinda like Stepford Wives. It's been a week and I'm kinda tired of being nice and upbeat. After all, I'm back from vacation and back to work and REAL life (yeah, sorry homies, but neither this blog nor FB will be a venue for me to post ANYTHING about work. I do like my job and want to keep it.) But seriously, everybody's 'friending' and commenting - it's like old home week, which is cool. But then I see so and so is now friends with so and so. WHAT? They hated one another. And my college roommate is friends with her former fiancee - the relationship that did NOT end well. Oh and the former fiancee that I, uh, yeah... That was a LONG time after they had broken up and we were no longer roomies and I seem to remember it involved a party that we both (he and I) had shown up at and booze and me needing a ride to my apt. Yeah...you get the picture. Not that it was all that involved - I think the most 'meaningful' dialog at the end of that evening was Me: 'I always wondered...' Him: 'Me too!' OK! Well, now we're all friends. Of course, he knows and I knows and she don't knows but I'm feeling a bit oogie because on some level I must have breached some girlfriend pact but no one else knew TIL NOW. But we're all friends...
And my gay theater friends...they were always a bag of laughs and surprises - you know, mean queens and screaming out loud funny. Well it's a kinder and gentler world. Maybe they still snark; maybe that's what 'send ___________ a message' is for.
And do you find that maybe ALL the people in the world that you've known maybe should NOT be brought together? I mean I put my maiden name down in my account name and that brought a whole lot of people from high school. Now I haven't kept in touch with those folks. Haven't seen any of them in a LONG time. You see, I went to a BAPTIST school. And I am no longer a Baptist. Haven't been for a LONG while. I used to say I was a recovering Baptist but I've long recovered. I've been an Episcopalian for over 25 yrs now and am quite happy thank you. I never really cared, quite honestly, about keeping in touch with any of them. I did have a super, super good friend in high school that I was close to but about 19 years ago she left her husband and took the kids and ran off with her girlfriend. But can I find Debbie? Nope. Guess she doesn't want to be found and she's the one I want to find! But, boy, reading some of the posts of my high school cronies just brings me back...right back to feeling guilty. Yeah but they ain't perfect. One gal put 'hey wouldn't it be cool to have a revival for Jesus right here on Facebook?' Honey before you put yourself out there for Jesus you may want to remove those photos of you looking shit-faced and enjoying your gambling trips. Me, judgmental? Nah just reflected my Baptist roots. Booyah!
So there you have it. Facebook in a way is like one big wedding reception, graduation party, retirement party, sorority/fraternity...chain letter. I guess I don't want to jump ship just yet and I sure don't want to be left out of the loop.
If you're reading this, you have been personally invited by Moi to do so. If ever you want to share these rantings, go ahead, be my guest. I'd love to receive comments but PLEASE do not 'out' me by calling me by name. I would like to not have to censor myself; I would like to remain anonymous (which with FB and other social outlets is getting harder and harder to do)
Til next time!
MM
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