My dirty little secret, I love the bulletins on myspace. I am a true voyuer and love a little peek into your life. I am also an exhibitionist, so I fill them out for you to read too.
Who was your first love, when was your first kiss, what's your favorite color? All crap that I really don't give a shit about but I am interested none the less. Myspace is made for nosey people. Snapshots of our lives posted in pictures and lists of our intrests. It is nice though, many of the occupants of my friends list I wouldn't have gotten back in touch with, much less know that they favor the color lime green and love the smell of Ivory soap, without myspace.
I know the internet is great. My family, all but my mom, missed the birth of my son. Thankfully, via the magic of digital cameras and a contact list, they all got to see a picture of my miracle just one short hour after his arrival. If it had been 10 or more years ago they would have had to wait for film to be developed and snail mail to get to them. Now if we have something to share, we snap a pic and it is 2000 miles away in the blink of an eye. Thank God. How would I live without sharing my boys?
Another great invention: the free incoming call plan on my cell phone. I really think that I might have shrivled up and ceased to be if I had to limit my time on the phone with my mom and dad. That would've been hard. I don't exist without talking to my sister.
Tabba is the more quiet of the two of us, maybe b/c there is so much going on in her head. I have never met an older or more wise soul born to such a beautiful girl. My days are better when I talk to her. I have so many fellings for her. I am proud of her always, I am way too protective, I admire her, and sometimes I want to kick her butt. When I grow up she is who I want to be.
Another praise for technology goes to my Sony Cybershot. Oh how I love you. You rechargeable magician. You capture what I want and I delete the less than desireable. My first time was with a HP but he didn't have the megapixels I needed. Brad, ever appreciative of my ability to document his once monthly grin, upgraded me to the 7.2 mp monster I have now.
On Turner's next visit with the pediatrician I need to ask if a flash can do damage to the cornia. I don't take picutres of him everyday, maybe 3 or 4 days a week. But, when I start I have 1GB to fill and know that the more I take, the better the chance for that perfect shot to pan out.
I cannot help myself, Turner is the most perfect thing I have ever seen. I used to take the super up close pics of flowers, snowflakes on the windshield, fall leaves or any other of God's creations. Now I am always after the perfect shot of his smile. When he was about 4 months old I took about 300 pics of his feet. I have never seen cuter feet. They are the only physical part of him that resembles me. He has Flois Bankston's toes. So do I, so does Tabba, so does my dad. His are just so tiny and cute. So I want it documented that he has some of me in him. Harder to capture is his sense of humor, but I will try get that on a memroy card too.
Other things that I have grown fond of are Mapquest, Google and Ebay. None of these are life changing for me, but boy are they convienent. The only thing I could ask for is if the myspace blog site was equiped with a damn spell check. I know I can't spell. I go back and read these before I post them and sometimes can't figure out what the hell I tried to say. But, it doesn't matter. It's out of my head, misspelled or not, so I can sleep, at least for a little while. And bed is where I'm off to. I have a snoring mamoth whose warmed up my side of the bed and waits to throw his massive arm around me and breathe into my ear. Yes it's my paradise on earth. Goodnight.
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