Facecrack

Two types of facecrack to talk about tonight...the evil Facebook, and (oh you guessed it!) sugar.

First, the sugar. Specifically ice cream. Ice cream be damned!! Why do you have to be so farking addictive?! I've been eating copious amounts of the ice crap and it's just bad bad bad. Bad me. Every day I resolve not to do it, and every day I succumb to the creamy goodbadness. And it's not like I buy it whilst grocery shopping...noooo I have to make late night trips to the expensive convenience store and pay outragous prices to feed the beast. Oy. Pathetic I tell ya. (for the record, i have NOT eaten any sugary crap today at all! This includes ice cream! Woot for me!)

And Facebook. Or Crackbook as i like to call it. I am NOT on Facebook and I think I may be the only person in the Western world still without an account. I have purposely not signed up because everyone I know says that it is addictive as hell and I have enough time-sucking, mindless internet crack as it is. But the last week or so I have felt SO compelled to just sign up. I haven't even allowed myself to visit the Facebook site for fear that my resolve would dissolve immediately and I would create an account in a moment of weakness. Many many of my friends have begged, pleaded, hassled me to get a Facebook account but I have remained steadfast in my anti-Facebookness. "But I found my long lost thisandthat from diapers!" they say..."Such a good networking opportunity!" they say..."I have gotten back in touch with everyone from my schooldays!" they say... I keep telling myself and everyone else that all the people I wanted to stay in contact with from school I am already in contact with...which is true. But then I think of someone who I wonder about periodically and the curiosity starts circling with the evil words "If you had a Facebook account you could find out...."
I need to stay strong!! No Facebook for me! But the curiosity is killing me...

In other news, life is pretty good. I had a really hard week last week and all the people who ever told me that their third week postpartum was their hardest must have jinxed me. I was a big ball of crying hormones last week. These boy hormones must be different from the girl ones...never did I have this kind of hysteria with Nova or Faeryn. Zoinks.
This week is turning out to be better so far, though. I am discovering that more sleep equals happier mama (wow what a revelation. damn I wish this blog stuff had smileys...this would be a perfect spot for a rolling eyes smiley)

So, in the spirit of getting more sleep...to bed I go.