Why I don't do Facebook

Well, I get asked the question all of the time, so I thought I'd answer it here once and for all. I have several reasons why I don't do Facebook. And no, it is not at all because I think I'm too good for it, or too cool. Here goes:

1) I think I've mentioned this here before, but Tadd is "anti-putting-pictures-of-our-kids-online." So Facebook would be just another place for me to post pictures of me and my friends. I I know what you Facebookers would say then. "She is so self-centered. All she does is put pictures of herself up." You know who you are. I've heard this a million times about other people!

2) I would be addicted to Facebook. I would be that person who never got out of her pajamas, never did laundry, and let my house get disgusting due to my addiction. So I'm preventing the sin instead of trying to fix it later.

3) There are people in my life that I no longer speak to on purpose. Not that I would be friends with them on Facebook, but I would be friends with their friends. It took me long enough to get to where I am now...I don't need to bring past ghosts into my life.

Fair enough? I hope these are good enough reasons for you. Trust me, there are tons of people I'd like to be better about keeping in touch with and I know Facebook would help. However, the positives do not out weigh the negatives.

Speaking of hair...

I have the honor of showing you this very dramatic haircut! Not only that, but you get to hear how she told me her story in an email. If you don't know Donna's mom, Becky, you are missing out. And the world is missing out because she doesn't have a blog of her own. So here is her email to me after I posted about losing hair...Enjoy!

Holly, you know Mama's gotta keep up wichoo. Losing hair after birth is normal and hormonal. Here's an article from Baby Center.
On more current news, guess who got a haircut? Shut yo mouf. I did! I got a phone call one day, picked it up, and heard, "Becky, this is the 1980's. We need our hair back." I almost wrote you and asked for advice prior to this. I knew my hair was keeping me from the Junior League and all high society events. Also, when I went with Don to Bass Pro Shop, I noticed all the ladies with my hair had on tank tops, stretch shorts that showed every roll, and weighed at least 200. Their trucks were not air conditioned. I now feel so free, I may take up guitar and painting. Here I am in April:

Girrrrl, I have no idea why I was so scared to let go of my 30 year old fuzz.
Love,
Miz Becky showing mo necky

And for the grand finale, when I asked her if I could use her for this post, this was her reply..."You can use it. I am ready to be on the Cat Walk representing for the AARP!"

I love this woman! You look great, Miz Becky showin' mo necky!

Losing my hair, or just my mind?

I thought I would ask my blog world about this problem I'm having (since there are lots of new mamas out there). My hair is falling out by the handful!!! I mean, when I wash my hair, you could make a wig out of the hair that ends up in the bottom of the shower.

Now, I've heard that you don't shed while pregnant, so you make up for it after you give birth. But I did notice myself shedding while I was pregnant with Eli. I lost hair after Hadley too, so I was testing this theory. I'm not too worried about it since I have more hair than I know what to do with. But for people with thin hair, this could be really bad!!!

I have done no research on the subject, but just wanted to know if any of you have the same issue.

I know I'm losing my mind, but is it leaving me in the form of lost hair?

Ciao!

Father, Son...

...hers spilled it. This is what Hadley says when doing the Sign of the Cross when we are praying. She almost has the motions down, and it takes all that is in me to not bust out laughing because she is so dang cute. "Fader, Son and hers spilled it, Amen." Then she looks at me like she is so proud of herself. Too cute! (That's supposed to be Holy Spirit for all of you that are lost out there...not lost souls...just lost in my story)

Raise Your Hand...

...if you think Jon and Kate should watch Fireproof? A little love dare could do them some good.

You Are What You Wear

I was having a conversation with a parent and my son's teacher on the last day of school about teens and what they wear. The Dad, Brett said that he doesn't care what kind of clothes his kids wear and what they do to their bodies (piercings, tattoos, etc), as long as they had good attitudes and didn't act like little punks. The teacher mentioned that her son has decided he is 'emo' and is totally dressing and acting differently. I told them that I think you act differently depending on what you wear. This being said, I hope to somewhat control what my kids wear as long as possible. So if you are dressing 'emo' will you act that way? Here is a definition I found for 'emo' for those of you who don't know.

"The term "Emo" is used as counterculture; it is an abreviation of the word "emotional". Emo it's defining not only an attitude, but also a fashion that are coming from emocore (emo music). Emocore is a combination between hardcore and punk music."

What about the 'metrosexual' kids who aren't quite sure if they want to be boys or girls? Do they act more feminine if they are wearing a tight pink polos and skinny white jeans?

Brett agreed and went on to say that he wears workout clothes most of the time because it makes him want to eat better. When you are dressed up in a formal gown or a tux, do you carry yourself differently and become a different person?

I try to stay the same person no matter what, but when I'm wearing certain things, my attitude definitely changes. Bad hair day, stay in my pjs all day? Bad mood, and sleepy. Fresh tan, great hair, skinny day, favorite jeans fit? GREAT MOOD! How about you? Do your clothes change who you are?

Ain't no sunshine...

...when she's gone. Our hunny bunny is gone south with her grandparents for a week. While I am glad to have a little break and get some things organized in this house to get it ready to sell, she is greatly missed. She is having a blast, but melted down bawling when I talked to her on the phone last night...so did I! Pray that I can make it without her!