Not your typical Saturday night.....

Good Lord, we went out for Amber's 40th Birthday last night and how many ways can you spell HUNG THE HELL OVER???

The 2nd pic was made AFTER we cut loose and lost our lipstick.......GOD, I feel like hammered caca - I've really gots to go to sleep........

Next Best Thing To Facebook

After much consideration, 14 arguments with Victor and some valuable lessons in............... well........... never mind..............I took my Facebook page down this week.  I did that once before, but apparently forgot that the entire experience was like a day back in high school.  I HATE when Victor's right, but like he said, the people I really care about KNOW how to reach me, KNOW what I'm doing and how I'm doing. FB is really a means of spying on people. Most of those "Friends" just want to see if you got fat, if you've lost weight, if you're successful, if you look old, how many times you've been married, etc.  Spying............SCREW it!

FB is addictive, time consuming and can be mean spirited. YES, I'm thrilled it's put me back in touch with some "blasts from the past" (The Kilgore bunch; Chef John Arnold, Jill Stanley, Vercher, Cha Cha, Angela, John Bateman. IKE friends, Laurie Ibsen, ummmmmmmm, yep, Laurie Ibsen), but seriously, as much as I hate to admit it, Victor is right, FB is NOT necessary to stay in touch with the significant people in my life. And so I begin my blog......

Here I'll spotlight my Cupcake moments.  Cupcakes, my fun, part-time job that has taken over my kitchen!   View as I share in my endless joy for photography, for which I have now been named "Paparazzi" by Shannon.  How appropriate, I told her, as long as I can refer to her as Facebook! lol. And lastly this blog will include my writing for which I am often encouraged to pen a book or, a column. WHAT THE HELL would THAT be called "Ain't Menopause a bitch?" lol  :o)

Gotta share a funny moment last night.  In the middle of a loud bar, with a GOD AWFUL loud band, yes, LOUD AS HELL LOUD, head banging, jump up & down, didn't know not ONE WORD they were signing kinda LOUD BAND, someone at the table asked "what year were you born Robin?" you know, like I was born in 1892 or something!  So I wrote down the year, "1962".  Seriously, Jamie and Amber looked at me like a dog does when they're confused, head to the side, "urrrrrrrrrhhhh??"  And one of them said "WHAT? You're 62?"  There's a word I called them, it rhyme's with ditches!  Are you feeling my pain?  I TRULY need some Applications for New Friends!  lol

Nite :o)

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