The Perils of Facebook

OK, Kayla.  I hate to tell you this, especially since you and I have been getting along so great lately.  I mean, since you've been gone, we've actually talked MORE than when you lived here.  But I digress....

Anyhow, what I'm beating around the bush saying is this:  Please block me from your Facebook status and pictures if they are in regards to your college partying!  I mean, I really do not like to see you doing some awful imitation of a disco dance, I do not like to see your friends holding jello shots, and I do not like to see you with a bottle of Jim Beam balanced on your head!  Call me old-fashioned, but...

I hope this blog message doesn't make you angry, but, just think of it this way...would you like to see my college pictures?  Would you like to see me dancing around with guys that aren't your dad?  Would you like to see me with a bottle of Jim Beam balanced on my head?  I think not.

Well, good.  Now we both agree.  Let's take this whole "growing up thing" a little bit slower.  One step at a time.  You just turned 18, and just moved away from home.  Let me know about the volunteer work you do, about the church group you might join, and about the new job at Noodles you may get.  I can handle that.  Or, as I used to say when I was 18, "Chill, pansy, I can handle!"  (Although, that was in regards to other "substances," but, I digress...)

Minoc again... and send me your loose change.

I would like to let you all know that I am so dedicated to this blog that I am typing only with my right hand because my left thumb is submerged in ice water. Why? Well you see, upon wanting to make another pot of coffee (my love) this morning, I pulled out the machine to add more water and I forgot the hot plate was still on. After a second, a searing pain shot up from my thumb. I said a word I won't repeat here and a very attractive white blister appeared on my poor thumb. It really hurts. Soooo, that was fun.

I returned to the 715 this past weekend to see some dearly missed friends. It also happened to be Lakeland's homecoming, so that was a good excuse for a few of us to return home , see family, watch the football game, and catch up with each other. I loved seeing that never-emotional brother of mine crack a smile in the back of a truck during the halftime parade, having the sweetest of all senior girls sit on my lap during the dance team performance (there's your shout-out Mel!), and getting compliments on my boots :). I loved every single Homecoming week so much (the pic is before last year's game), and being back in the atmosphere was very nostalgic. But even though we've only been out 5 months, it was easy to tell that we were ready for the college life, that high school is now behind us. Though that fact didn't stop one of the best friends and me from parking her car in a lot and using the headlights to illuminate her instruction of the "Payne Train Handlebars" dance. We will still always be ridiculous. It was a fantastic weekend to say the least, and some aspects were more perfect than I could've imagined :)

Oh, and in case you were wondering, this Monday I made it to volunteering without any bus troubles!! Be proud. Though, on the way home I refused to pay another $2.25 for another bus ticket and ended up lost...again. Thank God for 19 minute phone conversations with Dad who goes on Mapquest hundreds of miles away to direct me back to campus. "I feel like I should see a little red dot walking down these streets, then at corners it would stop and blink to show you were waiting to cross." I need to invest in a map. Or like Dad says, "Just fork over the extra $2.25." No. That is a luxury I can't afford. I can use my legs and walk. Miles and miles...no wonder all my jeans fit better.

Always look for the silver lining right?