Am I missing the point?

So I've been on MySpace for over a year and on Facebook for a good bit of months (I know, what does that mean??) And I've noticed this phenomenon...

When I first got on MySpace people would contact me from eons ago in my life... They would say "hi, what's up? What are you up to these days?" Depending on the person you may have a lot say, you may not... but generally everyone was polite. It was fun! I would never have guessed I would have cared to get back in contact with people from so long ago... but it was generally people from Jr high, even elementary school!! Even a few people from high school... the ones that I wouldn't mind talking to again.

But then I joined Facebook... at first people asked to be "friends" and would send a message along with the request. But then I started getting more and more requests... no message. Mostly from people I wasn't really friends with in the first place - just mere acquaintances.

Ok - I understand if we weren't really friends so much then but you want to say "hi" now. I get that - just wanting to reach out or what not. But not saying anything???

Just asking to be my friend for nothing?

Ok, I know - you accept the request and on Facebook then they can see your full profile.

But I'm guessing they really aren't looking at my profile...

So is it just a game to see who can get the most friends??

See if it were me and I really didn't have a lot to say but wanted to be their "friend" I'd look at their profile, find something interesting, message them and reference something in the profile "So how are you doing these days? I see you're living in Kalamazoo?? Interesting! How'd you end up there from SC??" cuz I'm nosey like that....

I've started in with it too. Just started requesting people to be my friend. Just to see what will happen. Do they say hi? Nope - not unless I message them first.

I mean, what's the point? Am I missing the point?

If you're not talking to me and you're not looking at my profile then why do you want to be my cyber friend??

Maybe I'm too old for this... Can someone explain this to me??

As I tell my husband all the time - if you don't understand a commercial on TV it's one of two reasons: 1) it's a terribly done commercial or 2) you're not the target audience.

So what is it?? Facebook is booming with my age group... I'm supposed to be the target audience! It's supposed to be "good"!!

I don't get it...

So - the message is... my blog address is posted on my Facebook page. If you're taking the time to go through my profile you know that. If you care, you've actually come to my blog, which means you've read this entry. Which now means you know - don't just send me a friend request "just because". If you are interested in really getting in touch send me a message...

Although, I guess this will fall on deaf ears because in order to see my blog address you have to send me a friend request and I have to accept it and if you really don't care to be my friend you won't have gone through my profile to see this address.....

Oh well....

9 fingers.. almost...

so the new island counter top is in. Did I mention that Zodiac stuff is slippery?

I chopped and prepped all my stuff for stir fry the other night (you know, in honor of the Olympics in China, and all...) and was cleaning up the kitchen before I start the actual cooking. (stir fry cooks fast!)

Now, I'm sure you all think I can't cook for shit - but really.. I'm good! I swear!

And I really do know my way around a kitchen... I swear!!

So I grabbed my chef's knife and go to move it to my brand-spanking-new sink, from my brand-spanking-new island over my brand-spanking-new floor when it starts to slide uncontrollably over said brand-spanking-new island top.

It slides right off the island.

Now, usually I would hop backwards, let that baby fall right to the ground. Who cares what happens to the knife, the floor, whatever. It's a falling knife for Christ's sake!!! Wouldn't want to lose any fingers or toes!

But this time - and I don't know what got into me - I thought "not my new floor!".

But really - it's a tile floor. What's a knife going to do to it??? My brain didn't get that far into the processing part as I REACHED MY HAND OUT TO GRAB THE FALLING KNIFE.

Yes folks - I tried to grab a falling chef's knife.

And yes, the knife won.

And the weirdest part is how it cut me - it chopped up the crease where my pinkie finger attaches to my hand.... and when I say "chopped" I mean "chopped". It didn't "cut" or "slice"....

Now I jerked my hand back fast enough (my well honed cat-like reflexes) to keep from doing serious enough damage to require stitches or anything (apparently I need to sharpen my knives, thank god...) but it looks gross.

And yet another reason I apparently need to stay out of the kitchen.

Ginko, honey, ginko....

Where I live to the Canadian border is a little over 3 hours. After you cross over the border I have another hour and a half until I reach my corporate headquarters.

In case you don't know, acceptable means to get through the US/ Canadian border is 1) a passport OR 2) a drivers license AND a birth certificate. This will change soon to just a passport or a newfangled thing they call an enhanced drivers license. But I digress... I only use my passport because, well, I have one. (and really - who carries their birth certificate around??)

I had to go to headquarters over a week ago. I left on a Sunday afternoon. I got all the way to the border when I realized SHIT!

I forgot my passport.

I called my hubby in tears.

I know - not the worst thing to get all teared up about, but I've been doing a LOT of stupid things lately of which I've chosen not to blog about. This was the icing on the cake...

I turned around and my FABULOUS hubby got in his car and met me half way to bring said forgotten passport to me. All he did was reassure me that it could happen to anyone. (did anyone else put 2 and 2 together and realize that he did this during a NASCAR race to boot?? he didn't mention it at all...)

And even though I was certain he would at least tease me that I should be taking ginko for memory (which he used to tease me about ALL the time), he didn't say it at all...