TOO MUCH IN "MYSPACE"

Irritation is one of the many words that I have to describe what the world calls social networking. 

Myspace to be specific, drives me crazy. 

I always get the feeling the criteria for this site must be trashy, and my default picture has to be of me getting married, engaged or of my recent kid I just had. 

I understand being a proud parent and a newly wed couple, but putting every detail on the web for the world to see is really unnecessary. 

Some will call me jealous or jaded because I don't have those things?? I would beg to differ. 

My day will come and when it does, you can bet everyone will not get a play -by-play of when my kid barfs or when I get a divorce. 

The end. 

Christmas bride

Due to critically thinking, I have figured out a way to still blog during the day. My parents had one smart cookie.

Today is going to be a good day. The holiday’s are approaching. (one week to be exact)
And that means a much needed time off! NYE is going to be the best yet.

I still pinch myself thinking about it being 2009. Remember when it was 1999? Being a freshman in high school, my biggest problem was who I was going to the football game with or do I want to a burrito or pizza for lunch?

Life was simple then. I say that now. But then, anything that happen, I thought was detrimental.

Which reminds me. Christmas 2006 was memorable for 3 of my friends. All of which got engaged Christmas Eve.

As I was lying on the couch watching T.V. I was overloaded with “Merry Christmas” texts from random numbers that I didn’t know and MMS messages with images of diamonds in them.

To my surprise, it was not just one girl. There were three, all claiming this moment to be special to them. Little did they know I had already received a message with someone else telling me the exact same things.

Unfortunately, out of those three women, 2 of them are now divorced or filing for divorce. That is a 75% fail rate.

Makes me sad? Yes. Did I expect it? Yes.

Marriage is a wonderful, and should be well thought out thing.

I only want to do it once.