My Name is Allison, and I’m a Facebook Junkie


I haven’t written an enormous amount lately, I realize.  It’s one part busy, one part “can people really car about my cat’s bathroom habits??” (you can blame my husband for that who tells me my writing is too “stream of consciousness) and two parts Facebook.  Yea, that’s right, I’m a Facebook junkie.  I find myself checking the site several times a day.  While waiting in line to vote I sent messages back and forth on it.  I need rehab.

Here’s the thing-I find it strangly intreguing and massively convienent.  At the same time, it can be a little…creepy.  Allow me to explain.

A few weeks ago, when I first joined the legions of Facebookians, I got “friended” by a woman I didn’t know.  I let the request sit there for a few days studying the details provided to me trying to figure out if I really knew her or not.  One thing you don’t find a terrible lot of on Facebook (or at least I dont’) is random people trying to friend you just to increase their numbers like some sites (*ahem myspace*) Finally one day I clicked on her photo to enlarge it, and realized it wasn’t her that I knew…it was the man with her.  My ex-boyfriend.  It surprised me, and yet didn’t.  He was never very tech-savvy and when I asked if it was in fact him and how was he, I assumed that he must just be using her account, which would be totally his style.

Turns out he’s engaged, still living in NC.  We exchanged pleasantries and to be honest I was glad to hear from him.  You see, the last time I spoke to him was on the phone.  My mother had just been diagnosed with cancer again and he made some comment about wishing I was the “old Allie” again.  Make no mistake, while I may have handled the cancer better the first time, I was still no picnic and I do believe my last sentence had more expletives than nouns in it.  And with that, I hung up on him.  He hadn’t meant it badly (albeit his intentions were a little selfish) and I had wished for a neutral ending–not to be close again, but not to have me dropping “f-bombs’ like rain in Seattle either. I was sincerely happy for them.

Anyway, being recently married and, oh yea, a planner, he asked me for a few suggestions.  A little consulting if you will.  A few days later I wanted to find out how their search for a day of planner went, and after going to drop an e-mail on their website, I was astounded to see a blog post about none other than…ME.

It turns out that it wasn’t the old boyfriend who friended me at all, but rather his apparently paranoid and certainly careless fiance.  She had discovered my name and searched for me.  Creepy.  What’s worse though, is that her post was all about how I was “stalking” her fiance and “she acts like she knows him”.  Newsflash sweetheart, we dated for 2 years.  I did know him.  Worse she was talking about how she had gone through my blogs (creepier) and that I was “weird”.  Well obviously, anyone who doesn’t know me wouldn’t get my sense of humor.  But last time I checked, this site is for my friends….not creepy stalkers.  Anyway, she ended her blog talking about how I only wrote him (ummm, isn’t he the one asking me for advice) and how that “chapter had been closed”.

I responded with a polite but curt e-mail, and walked away astounded.  I though for a moment about sending them a bill for my consulting services ;)   Seriously.  Matt had known about the entire exchange of course, given the fact that I have nothing to hide and all (unlike stalker girl).

About a week ago I had to unfriend someone myself due to other (much less interesting) circumstances.

The fact is, I harbor no ill will towards any of my past relationships.  They didn’t work out, fine.  I’m obviously glad they didn’t b/c it led me towards the boy.  And I get not speaking to your past.  Either way, doesn’t really bother me.  My “weakness” if you will is being happy in my life, and wanting others to be as well.  So sue me.

It’s just interesting to me how …dangerous…these social networks can be. So why am I still on it?

Easy.

The reason that I joined in the first place was b/c of a friend from high school.  We’d lost touch, and she passed away in a biking accident.  A few weeks later most of my classmates found ourselves reconnecting on the site.  It’s allowed me to get back in touch with many many old friends, and I actually chat with my cousins (who I haven’t talked to in years).

So despite drunk folks, or crazy fiances, or any other oddities it’s allowed me to reconnect with people, and stay in touch with friends.  And that makes it worth it.

Still, no one gets friended w/o a security check now :)



Survival of the Greenest


Back at home, and I survived.  Who knew that “greenies” could be so …spunky :) 18,000 ppl.  That is a LOT of bodies, let me tell you.  that’s a lot of spunky bodies that are full of their sassieness in a rather small space equallin 1 less than thrilled fire marshal, and a catering manager who just had to leave the exhibit hall floor bc he was getting claustrophibic.  And despite a variety of setbacks, I feel better for it all.

Now I’m back at home, trying to get back into the swing of things.  Mostly exciting is that I’m going to check out this property tomorrow.

I couldn’t really explain it, but I’m just so anxious to get our little family a new home.  I swear I’m nesting or something, but NO not THAT kind of nesting.  I just really love being a wife. I used to think my friend Andi had a little too much kool aid, but I totally get it now. 

Don’t tell my mom, but just maybe I’m getting the itch.  Someone better give me some Benedryl for at least another year!



Break out the Tribal Hat…


We’re heading back to the woods!

We leave in about an hours…if the boy would EVER get home from running errands.  This year we head back up to Shennandoah with  3 other couples to enjoy this beautiful fall weekend.  Last year the weather was a little rainier, but we’re looking forward to perfect fall weather.  And I have a new fuzzy hat to keep me warm…even if I will resemble a Swiss Miss girl.

I’m afraid there’s not much to tell just yet, but I”m sure we’ll have plenty to say when we return.  I may have to break out and do another tribal dance, I’ll just have to see if the spirit moves me (read, if I drink enough beer).  The boy and I have found ourselves smack dab in the middle of a home search, and I am looking forward to the break although I have a feeling that’s all we’ll talk about on our drive up :)   

Meanwhile I”m enjoying the last few hours of indoor plumbing.  See you on Sunday!



Sweatin’ to the Oldies


In preparation for camping I headed to Tar.get today after going and making my new last name official where I picked up some supplies, including a pair of men’s charcoal gray sweatpants.

Last year when we went camping and I was freezing.  I forgot one of the first rules of camping…Layers.  And layers means you need some looser clothing.  So I decided to purchase a pair of men’s sweatpants so that they are not only long enough, but so that I can wear other pants under them and layer up.

Now I have never been a small girl.  It’s a combination of health issues I was born with, and just plain on bad habits.  Oh make no mistake, this latest little burst in size is my own fault.  I drank my way through out honeymoon, and haven’t given a care in the month since the wedding to what I’m eating.  I gave myself a repreive.  So yea, it’s my doing.  But I’m also noticing that my age and health issues combined are really catching up with me-I have to watch what I stick in my trap just to main, much less loose.  So it’s my deal, it’s harder, but whatever I’ll handle it.  In the meantime, I came home with these rather large, rather comfy pants….

And now I will never take them off.  I picked up the boy at the metro in them (and they are actually “nice” sweatpants, as far as sweatpants go) and he was speechless.  I explained to him that I could totally see why someone who was a SAHM would easily fall into the ’sweatpant- tee shirt-pony tail hair wearing’ type cause it is COM-FY.

I can see the fear in the boy’s eyes already.  Bwahahaha



Homeward Bound


Pack your bags, the Virginia crew is heading up North.  That’s right, turn off the Lynard Skynard and put on the Bon Jovi, we’re crossing the border.  Okay, so maybe not “the” border,  but we’re heading up beyond the Mason Dixon to upstate NY for Carol and Steve’s wedding!

Sadly, one of the crew will be home sick.  Poor L has caught a nasty nasty cold/flu thing so she’s going to have to sit this one out.

Now, here’s the thing.  I have this habit of sorts.  At Dave and LIna’s wedding, I forgot my strapless bra which consequently led to a rather interesting trip to Target.  At my own wedding, my rehearsal dinner dress was left behind.  So at this wedding, I’m letting Matt pack :)   Actually, that’s not entirely true.  I put it together, he’s putting it in the suitcase.  Now, given the fact that he’s the one who forgot my rehearsal dress I don’t know how intelligent this is but I digress…

We’re going back to Yankee town people! :)