Virtual Classmates: Why Facebook is Better Than Your 20-Year Reunion
by Lela Davidson on August 7, 2008
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My 20-year high school reunion is coming up next weekend and I won’t be there. I have opted instead to venture down a virtual reunion road this summer. It’s been fun, don’t you think? I had hoped Classmates.com would have been a little more enlightening, but so far I’ve received more guest book signatures from random grads looking for what – I don’t know, than from actual classmates. I know I should have done this earlier, but since diving into MySpace and Facebook last week, I can honestly say that Facebook beats the face-to-face reunion any day! Here’s why:
- Everyone is more beautiful on Facebook
- Facebook lets you search for whoever you want, and they don’t even know it – do they?
- Once you get bored of Facebook, you simply log out – no excuses, no remorse
- It’s much easier to save face on Facebook when someone hasn’t a clue who you are
- The extent of Facebook communication is probably all you really need
- You can brag on Facebook without having to say anything out loud
- You don’t need to lose 10 pounds to log onto Facebook
- Your husband won’t come into contact with any of your old boyfriends on Facebook
- Your hustband won’t know you didn’t have any boyfriends in high school on Facebook
- Facebook saves you all the guilt you’d inevitably suffer when you realized you really didn’t want to keep keep up with all those old best friends ever who seemed even closer after that bottle of wine at the reunion, but who you realized as soon as the next day at the picnic you have absolutely nothing in common with (excepting of course the whole eighties nostalgia and the wine)
- There are no women in prom gowns looking for love on Facebook (that I’m aware of)
- You can’t be too catty about who’s had what done on Facebook
And best of all?
- You can exploit your Facebook adventure for the creative process! Hell yeah I cruise Facebook and call it research. Yay for Facebook. Friend me, would ya? I like *so* want to be in the popular crowd!
PS – Next week is the last post in this series. I recall promising a picture… ?
My Sally Field Moment
by Lela Davidson on July 8, 2008
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You like me! You really like me! Last week I was named one of the Top 100 Female Bloggers by Enkay Blog, on the Official Top 100 Female Bloggers. I’m rockin’ number 92!
Here are the better blogs on the list:
1 Michelle Malkin
2 Dooce
3 Cute Overload
4 Xiaxue
5 Life In The Fast Lane
6 Peety Passion
7 Randa Clay Design
8 Liz Strauss
9 Karen Cheng
10 About Weblogs
Welcome Cable Guy
by Lela Davidson on May 8, 2008
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All week my cable has been out. Sort of. Actually it’s only the digital box in the family room that’s out. I can still watch TV in my room and upstairs. But the ones that’s out is the one I watch when I cook, and clean, and catch up on work at night in the comfy recliner. I’ve learned a few things about myself.
- I didn’t realize how much of the time the TV is actually on. I may have a problem.
- I should DVR more shows, just in case.
- Even the boring Oprah episodes are more interesting than nothing at all.
- I am physically unable to fold laundry or iron without the TV on.
- I get cranky without my daily fix – even though I’m still watching in my room – it’s not the same.
I was really excited to see the cable guy today. He even showed up on time. And not a day too soon – for tonight is Thursday. You know where to find me.
Top Ten Things Not to Discuss at Starbucks
by Lela Davidson on May 5, 2008
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It always amazes me how many people are oblivious to the fact that despite being focused on my computer screen, I still have ears. I hear everything they say. Here are the top ten things not to discuss at Starbucks in front of the mild mannered mom with the flash lightening fingertips.
- Your religion
- Your finances
- Your trade secret
- Your mistress
- Your neighbors
- Your pin numbers
- Your marketing plan
- Your wife’s cooking
- Your employees
- Your health
PS – Even the biggest city is a small town when it comes to coffee shops. Even if I don’t know who you are, the baristas do. On second thought – keep talking. I need ideas.
Do You Re-Arrange?
by Lela Davidson on April 30, 2008
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I am in a constant battle with my closet. I want it to behave, to offer me up perfectly pressed and coordinated outfits appropriate for each day. My closet prefers things matted up in a corner and hoarding fabulous pieces that go with absolutely nothing. I want accessories that pull things together. My closet wants to hide just the right thing from me until the season’s passed.
I’ve been toying for the last few seasons with rearranging my closet . We’re not talking complete overhaul or anything, but just moving the sweaters out of the way and dusting off the sandals. It’s been a great way to look at everything and ask myself if it really needs to stay at all.
I don’t care how cute that lime green jacket is, if you haven’t worn it out of the house in the five years since you bought it on sale at TJ Maxx, you’re not going to – ever. (And by you I mean me.) Better to get rid of it now than waste a lot of energy trying it on every six months and trying to match it to something, but then there’s nothing is there? So you spend ten minutes berating yourself for buying such a stupid thing in the first place – even though it really is a great jacket, if only… That’s when you put it back on the hanger so it’s there for you next time you need to beat yourself up.
Rearranging can be healthy is what I’m saying. So do you? Do you rearrange?
Can’t We All Just Get Along?
by Lela Davidson on April 29, 2008
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How do you teach your children virtues? Do you rely on religious training? What about all those other religions out there – what do you really know about them? Are you a little overwhelmed? I heard about a program on NPR a while back and I’m intrigued. Families from different religion traditions get together to talk about the similarities and differences between their beliefs. This is such a neat idea. (I love the lampshade concept!) I wonder how much more loving and accepting our kids could be if we all learned to get along just a little bit better.
What do you think?
How To Be a Beautiful Mommy – On the Outside Anyway
by Lela Davidson on April 21, 2008
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I read recently about a new book coming out called My Beautiful Mommy. This disturbing little tome is supposed to help moms explain to their children about their plastic surgery. Because don’t we all really need some help rationalizing the horrors of letting someone put us to sleep and cut up pieces of our bodies? I predict this book to be a bestseller. I can’t even go into the many, many ways this disturbs me. My Beautiful Mommy – what Mommy’s not beautiful unless she’s also perfect? And by perfect of course we’re talking about what is considered perfect today. But don’t worry, when beauty standards change we can get more surgery. Yay!
Don’t get me wrong, no one needs a tummy tuck more than me. I wouldn’t mind some Botox and a little re-surfacing here and there. And some vein zapping soon will be in order. the infrastructure’s still good, but a full cosmetic overhaul is probably in order. However, my frugality and wimpiness are stronger character traits than my vanity. At least today they are.
My Beautiful Mommy goes on sale Mother’s day. And if you’re getting the rack job anyway, it really is a nice add-on gift. Why not add it to your wish list at Get In Her Head?
Here’s a better idea:
Top Ten Ways to Celebrate Yourself on Mother’s Day
Does Your Kid Have a Purple Aura?
by Lela Davidson on April 15, 2008
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I’ve gotten a lot of response to an article on Indigo Children I published on HubPages so I thought I’d open it up to some conversation here too.
Some people believe there are some very special children who walk among us. These are not your run of the mill gifted kids, but basically superior beings who are here to enlighten us, or awaken us, or whatever. I’m still not clear on it myself. However, I’d love to know what you think! If you have a chance, please go read the article and come back to tell me what you think.
Garden Spiders Beware
by Lela Davidson on April 6, 2008
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Photo: aussiegal, Flickr
Like most phobias, my fear of spiders began in childhood. I’m not from Arkansas, but when I was a kid we kept chickens behind the garage. One morning when I went out to collect eggs, I found a huge web between me and breakfast. When I cried to my parents, they armed me with a plastic bowling pin and told me face my fears.
I spent the next 25 years letting others kill the spiders in my path. After I moved with my husband and two small kids to Wichita Falls, Texas, other people killed scorpions too. Then one day, on my way out the front door in, I met a spider the size of a Volkswagon. It was the biggest, blackest, hairiest thing I’d ever seen – a tarantula. First I froze, then backed into the doorway, which Spidy took as an invitation to advance toward the threshold.
Inside, I peeked out the window. No big deal, I told myself. I’d just stay put until it left. One problem: I had a friend coming. I couldn’t leave her defenseless with kids in tow. Besides, I’d been a mother for three whole years. I was supposed to be tough. I couldn’t give in to a spider. I had to kill it.
I filled an empty formula tin with water, opened the door, inched toward the spider, and doused it with water. Bad idea. I totally missed it, but scared it so that it came at me again. I hopped back inside and slammed the door, then slid down it pulling my hair.
You can do this thing, I told myself.
I got a broom and planned to trick the spider by approaching from the other direction. I crept through the garage wondering why broom handles were so short.
Closer and closer. I gained confidence. Yes, this was going to work. Closer, just a little closer. Thwack! Thwack, thwack again. Smush, crush. Die you little freak!
The spider didn’t move. That’s one good thing about spiders. They wither up and die, not like some pests that play dead, only to skuttle away before you return with a tissue. For good measure, I swept it into the flowerbed and covered it with dirt. I got more water and doused the spot, making a little puddle in the red clay. Bludgeoned, buried, and drowned. Dead for certain.
You’d think after going all She-Ra on a tarantula I’d be over my fear. But I’m not. So when you see my back yard looking a little neglected, you can assume there’s a spider nearby. What’s my excuse for the front beds? That’s where we found the black widow.
Feeling Like a Real Writer
by Lela Davidson on March 26, 2008
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You may not know that a couple of months ago I started putting my business degree (yes, accounting) to good use writing at Business School Journal and Business Pundit. Imagine my excitement at finding my words on the Wall Street Journal’s Market Beat website. Granted, they credited those words to another writer, but still. The lesson here is twofold: 1) Keep plugging away and eventually you might feel like a real writer, and 2) Make sure your name is highly visible on all posts and articles!
