Cookie Dough and Facebook

Laena just called, and said that she's getting a ride home with. . .

"Mom! I'm getting a ride home with Joseph Smith."

"Joseph Smith. . . Junior?"

"Yeah. Seriously!"

"I know, I know. . See ya."

There's this kid that goes to school with her, whose parents have actually named him Joseph Smith, Jr. This is a very honorable name, don't get me wrong. . . It's just that everyone who ever shakes hands with this guy will inevitably either make some sort of comment, or smile real big. After all, Joseph Smith was the best known LDS Prophet of our time! Hey, it's probably a fantastic conversation starter, a great way to break the ice! Wow.

On a different note, this Facebook thing is getting a little bit out of hand. I have been spending way too much time lately perusing the labyrinth that is FB. What a discovery! Like the one girl said: "I am bewildered by all that Facebook has to offer." No kidding. I find myself going throughout the day, thinking of things that I could write on the silly 'status' portion of the social utility that has recently plagued my life. . . I can't seem to get anything done. . It's really a great way to connect with old friends and classmates, to be sure, but boy, it sure doesn't help a person maintain. . any sort. . any reasonable level of efficiency. . . Forgive me, I'm exhausted.

Here's an example of what my day might look like on FB:

'Amy didn't have to walk Jeffy to school today because his tummy still hurts.

Amy does not like it when Charlie takes her car. (Dang piece of junk truck. . . )

Amy is making cornbread!

Amy forgot the eggs and had to start over. .

Amy isn't sure what to do with the enormous bag of popcorn that Eric brought home from the theatre. . .

Amy thinks it's funny that the boys' friends seem to find Charlie's truck, which sits/ lies dismembered/disassembled in our driveway, deceptively . . COOL. (Quote from the kid across the street: "I don't know what it is, but that's . . really cool!" Yeah. Go figure. Truck without a bed. .)

Amy is very tired.

Amy is in desperate need of a nap.

Amy will be very excited when ANY of these boys finally learns how to take out the trash without being asked.

Amy is so sick of Lincoln taking off his diaper. . .'

It goes on and on. . .

It is fun, but tends to be rather addicting. Or at best, extremely distracting. At least for some people. . . Like . . everybody I know. . .  : ) It's amazing that day-to-day business in America continues to go on, considering the number of people who have access to the Internet! If we really are having problems with the economy, I blame Facebook!

P.S. Amy is way jazzed that Lincoln has apparently hit the 'almost-2-year-old naked phase'. . .

Amy is literally walking in her Grandmother's footsteps. (Grandpa gave me some shoes.)

Amy would very much like to take the day off!

Amy is vaguely concerned about the Primary Program on Sunday. Really should go over the music. .

Amy says "Elk! It's what's for dinner."  : )

Amy wants to snuggle with her hubby. Sigh. Give me sleep, beautiful sleep. . .

Amy's hubby has to fix the blinking fuel pump on the truck. There went my Friday night. . .

Amy let the kids skip piano lessons today, because she does not have her car. . .

Amy can't wait till Charlie gets home. . 

Amy wishes Clint could find his other shoe. . .

Amy has mixed feelings about Laena hauling home all that cookie dough from the fundraiser.

Amy would have liked the boys to smile, not grimace, for their school pictures. Sigh. (This is truly an eye-roller. Wish you could see 'em.)

Amy wants to go to Europe with her man! (Whimper, whimper, sob.)

Amy ain't babysitting nobody else's kids! (Turns out only 3 or 4 of them came over today.)

Amy wishes Tommy would drag himself out of bed in time for school, just ONCE.

Amy misses her cousins.

Amy would like certain irritating friends to call her BACK!

Amy was sure Jenny was kidding about her neighbor being the artist who created the world famous Christus statue, until she and Charlie passed their living room window. . . Amazing. . .

Amy is pretty sure that Aleia is organizing another neighborhood Halloween party, again without pre-authorization.

Amy iszzz. . .zzzzzzzz. . .