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A Royal Wedding Teaches Us About Time Zones

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All the media can talk about this week is the upcoming royal wedding. I am not obsessed with it, but I will get up early & watch, just to see the pomp & circumstance of a royal wedding. (or would that be a royal graduation?) I just wish my son was older so that he could be as impressed by William & Kate’s wedding as I was by Charles & Diana’s.

I was 5 when Charles & Diana got married. My mom woke me up in the middle of the night-it seemed like it at 5 years of age-to watch TV, which I did a fair amount of anyway. There were so many things I learned that morning.

I knew that Kings & Queens & Princes & Princesses were in my story books. But I also knew that in the United States of America we did not have a King because they were Old School & mean. I knew that in the USA we had a President as the Head of State. But here on my televison were actual Queens & Princes & a soon to be Princess. They did still exist. It was enough to blow a preschoolers mind.

That was the first time I had any concept of Time Zones. Here it was dark outside my house, yet it was light at the LIVE event happening on TV. On the other side of the world. Like, the sun rotates & when it is dark at my house, it is light in England & the kids are at school & the parents are at work. Trippy.

At that age I knew I lived in a tiny town called Riga in a state called Michigan. I knew that Michigan was one of the fifty states in the United States. But I don’t think I really knew that the world was bigger than the United States & had other countries & continents until that morning. Ya, she had a mega long dress. But I took other things away that day too. I hope some kids watching on Friday realize that the world is bigger than their own neighborhood, as I did.

Years later, I would find out that England, as in “the sun never sets on the British Empire”, is just a small little island.

Will you be my Facebook friend?

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I gave in & signed up for Facebook. I didn’t want to, but I feel as though there is a slim possibility it could help me get a new job. Maybe through networking, or maybe updating a company’s Facebook could end up being part of my job. Plus, I think it makes me look like I can figure it out. Which, at this point, I haven’t quite done yet.

I resisted Facebook for a very long time, as you can tell by the year on the calendar reading 2011. Mostly because when I had a account (I know, no one has them anymore, I don’t even have mine, don’t give me that face), none of my friends would sign up & be my friend on it. I can hold a grudge for a very long time. Also, I believe that Facebook is a giant time suck. I don’t like my life being sucked away. And people always seem to get more into Facebook AFTER they have kids. How can that be? My kid needs constant feeding & diapering & attention & holding & does not like to sit in front of the computer (the pictures on the screen don’t move as often as on the TV).

So, last night, within a half hour of me creating an account, my inlaws & my inlaws’ inlaws had found me & requested to be my friend. And I accepted, because I got all excited that people liked me. I forgot that I wanted to learn how to use it before I started adding people and looking like a dork. I am also too new at Facebook to realize that someone wanting to “friend you” doesn’t really mean anything except they like to watch the count of their friends increase. They would probably friend the rear side of a donkey if it had a bow tied to it’s tail. (What?)

My friend said that she sent me something on Facebook today. I asked if I would be able to find it. She said I would see it when I logged in. I logged in. I told her,”All I see is a whole pile of crap from everyone else.” She responded: Well, yes. Thats pretty much a summary of facebook. “A whole pile of crap from everyone.” I figured out I needed to click on my name to see only my crap. Next up: figuring out how to upload pictures of my adorable child.

The good news is one of my best friends from high school, who was the maid of honor in my wedding, who I have not heard from in 5 years, friended me already. Maybe she will drop me a line sometime in the next 5 years. Here’s hoping.

PS–So far Linkedin is WAY more addictive than Facebook. What could be more fun than connecting with coworkers, former bosses, and updating your resume 12 times a day:)

Headless Babies

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I went to my asbestos friend’s (it’s a long story) baby shower on Saturday. Now, bear in mind, this is the shower at the church, given to her by the people who go there. I was in charge of the heathen gathering a couple weeks ago. We had a Baby-Q, where we bar-b-qued actual babies. Very few people came. Not sure why.

She lives in a different town than I. I ran some errands first, but then I had time to kill. I drove past her house, but she hadn’t left for the church yet. I wasn’t stalking her. I drove around a little and went by her house again. She was still there. I wasn’t stalking her. OK, maybe I was. But it killed time until I saw her vehicle at the church a few minutes later.

It was a nice, if boringly standard, baby shower i.e. no babies on spits. Although the party favors were babies with removable heads. At one point her daughter got cold & borrowed my infant son’s blanket. I kept thinking it was good I had brought that particular one, because it had a Precious Moments character on it. The perfect blanket to take to a church. That way no one would see through my act & run me out the door. My mom raised me to believe I would burst into flames if I ever walked into a church.

I had run errands all morning & asked my husband to come pick up our son at the shower when he got out of school. I didn’t want my son interrupting the shower, and I also knew he was exhausted & needed to rest at home. Afterall, we had marathon shopped at Meijer* the night before. My husband came & got him. About an hour later, I head home. I got home before them. My husband had stopped in to Walmart** on the way home–OY!

*Shameless plug: Please shop at Meijer. They are a Michigan-based company and are much better at keeping the shelves stocked than they used to be. Michgan needs your $$$.
**Do not shop at Walmart. They probably don’t really have what you are looking for anyway and they are not Michigan-based.


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Thanks for finding my blog. It must have been terribly difficult considering I don’t have anything interesting to say & it has only existed for about 10 minutes. Bare with me while I learn the secrets of blogging.

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