Beep. Boop. Deactivate.

*robot noises*

I have deactivated my Facebook account.

Does it feel weird? Not yet.

Will it feel weird not reading that PoopyDoopy is at the gym "getting her workout on," again, like she does every single day (and I know this because PoopyDoopy posts it every single morning)?  No. Because I don't want to hear about anyone working out...ever...and especially not when I think about getting up early for a run and then I don't do it because I'm tired. Ummmm, no thanks.

Will I feel a dissatisfaction in my soul by not seeing the terribly-lit photo of FoodieMcCroody's lunch? Nope.

I think I'm going to do just fine without Facebook.

;)

*more robot noises*

THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON

I have this theory.  Hear me out.

If the CAPS LOCK BUTTON disappeared, then maybe all the anger in the world would disappear.

My reasoning:
People communicate via text, e-mail, Facebook, Twitter, and other media outlets.  If there was no CAPS LOCK, people would be less inclined to YELL at their comrades.

Mind blown...I know.  ;)

And also...

Ya know when your pinky accidentally hits the CAPS LOCK button and then you press SHIFT to actually capitalize a letter, but then it goes into lowercase?

iSN'T THAT ANNOYING?????  

SERIOUSLY!  THE STUPID CAPS LOCK BUTTON SERVES NO PURPOSE!  I hate being frustrated while I type.  If it wasn't for the little light on the CAPS LOCK button, I would be pushing it over and over, along with the SHIFT button while trying to figure out what letter is being capped.

IT'S ANNOYING!

Ugh, stupid CAPS LOCK button.  Why do you have to exist?

My 111th Post

One, one, one.

Guess where I'm blogging from???

Paris, France...you guessed it! Hahaha, NO. I wish. I'm blogging from my couch. A couch in my house. Upstairs too. Not downstairs. Not in my cold basement. Not plugged in at all.

We have wireless :)

So I'm beginning again. I will now blog everyday (well like about 4 or 5 times a week). Who's excited???

I bet you would be more excited if you were in Paris, France. Right?? I don't know why I'm on this Paris kick.

But I am eating Cracker Jacks. Question: When did the prizes start sucking? Seriously, I want Cracker Jack rings, little figurines, stuff like that. This is what I got. A "Can You Guess Who I Grow Up To Be?" paper picture puzzle.

Here's what it looks like...
So apparently, David Duchovny grows up to Abe Lincoln.

Well, Abe, thank you for your early years with "The X-Files." I never would of thought that you went from Mulder to Honest Abe. I guess The Truth was Out There.

Wednesday Musings: Take Eleven

My new favorite shows are The Closer, Rizzoli and Isles, and Hot in Cleveland. Granted, The Closer isn't a "new" series, but it's the first I've watched it...and let me tell you, "It's Kinsey Approved!"

I applied for an administrative assistant position for a chiropractic office last Sunday, and last Monday they called me, but I was asleep (as it was 9 am and I had no reason to start my day early), so my niece picked up the phone and told them that I was asleep. She took the message like a young Pam Beasley and when I woke up about 15 minutes later I returned the call. The secretary answered and had no idea that I was called, but said she would find out who called me and then have them call me back. I waited and waited and waited and waited. I waited for a couple more days and then I called them back, thinking that they were probably really busy. So I explained to this dude on the phone who I was and asked them what the situation was on my call back, he said he would figure it out and have someone call me. Well, no one called me back and I don't care if they hired someone else, but at least have the decency to tell me. GOSH!

That was a long musing, but I had to get it out there. I feel better now.

I got caught in a storm again. Just my luck, right? I went to River Falls to visit a friend and I had just left her place when it started to rain cats and dogs. I made it about 5 miles down the road when I had to turn back after getting a call from my mom and then my friend saying the sirens were going off. So I stayed in River Falls for another hour waiting for the storm to pass. Is God trying to send me some sort of message via storms??

I got a new phone!! It's a Palm Pre Plus, and it rocks! It totally rocks! I'm in love with it. I thought about doing a blog from it, but it would take me a really long time, so I'm not going to. Maybe someday...when I master, of course, the little keypad of abc's.

On the way to see Ramona and Beezus with my niece who takes messages for me while I'm sleeping, I told Caitlyn that I'm like Beezus and she's like Ramona - since she doesn't have a big sister, only and older brother, and I don't think he's the Selena Gomez type. But after the movie (which was really good!) I told her that I could be her "Aunt Bea" and she can still be Ramona. For those of you who haven't seen the movie, Aunt Bea, is Aunt Beatrice, Ramona's mom's sister...even though I'm Caitlyn's dad's sister...man, this is falling apart in front of my eyes.

Here's a still from the movie. Aunt Bea, Beezus, Ramona, and Dorothy Quimby

I'm sitting downstairs with my hood up. It's that kind of night. Plus my hair is wet from swimming, and I don't want to freeze down here.

Disconnected and still alive

I'm surprised I still know how to blog. Ever since I moved back home I barely keep my cell phone on (because I sleep in the basement and it eats up my battery), I'm hardly ever on the computer, and my ears aren't plugged into any iPod.

I'm disconnected and still alive. Amazing, isn't it?

When I was in school I was almost always on the computer or checking my cell phone. I had a soundtrack for my walk to and from classes.

Which do I prefer?

That's a hard one.

"That's what she said!" Hahahahahaha!!!!!

But really though, I like being unplugged from all the technology around me. On the other hand, I'm not completely "unplugged" - I've been playing Guitar Hero on my Wii :) So, I guess I'm unplugged in the wireless sense, but not in the technological sense.

I also miss reading all the blogs and blogging myself.

So, I'm a little bit halfsies on this one. I like keeping up with my facebook friends, talking/texting on my cell, downloading music, and watching hilarious youtube videos, but it's summer now. I spend most of my days outdoors and keeping busy.

Is anyone else struggling with the balance of summer-time and blogging-time??

Is Bigger Better?

Most of the time, yes.

I think everyone has different scales though. I was watching House Hunters this morning (and technically it was morning, because it was before noon) in my pjs and this lady thought the master bedroom was too small.

Ummm, not me. I thought the master bedroom was GINORMOUS! It was the size of my living room! (Which is pretty big, I think) What is she planning on putting in her room? An aquarium for Shamu?

But is bigger always better? Not with cell phones. These things are getting bigger every week! I want one that fits in my back pocket, not one that acts as a seat cushion when I sit down at a restaurant. And with the iPhone, I bet they have an app for that.

A Conversation I Had With My Mom

I would love to say that my mom is technologically literate...but she's not. She tries, and I give her an A for effort, but I would really love it if she could earn the A for getting it right.

Here's a conversation we had this weekend:

Mom - "I want a picture to show up every time I comment on your blog."

Kinsey - "Do you have a picture in mind?"

Mom - "I think I have one on a photo disc upstairs."

Kinsey - "I might have one on my computer of you."

Mom - "So do you want me to get the DVD...or CD...DVD?"

Kinsey - "CD. Compact Disc. DVD. Digital Video Disc. It's a CD." (But I guess DVD stands for digital versatile disc too)

Mom - "Why do they have to use so many letters? Why can't it just be VD?"

Kinsey - "Because that stands for Venereal Disease!"

I love my mom. I love my parents, I do. But sometimes it's really hard to stay patient with them when we're dealing with technology. Although, I have to say that they almost always make me laugh :)

My Run-In with the Dinosaur Phone

Last night I went out with some friends and was introduced to some new people. Upon meeting Ryan, who is a girl, (cool name, huh? I like it) I told her that I would probably facebook friend her soon, because she was a lot of fun, or I had one drink too many...jk, I really didn't. I still have to facebook friend her. I'll do it after I blog, because I didn't blog yesterday and I feel really guilty.

Anyway, Ryan and I are talking and she pulls out her brick of a phone. The bad boy Nokia. I didn't know those things still worked!!! Remember them? How could I forget them!?! My mom had one until about 3 years ago. It was my first cell phone in high school - oh the memories of trying to shove the three pound phone in my back pocket...good times!

Then Ryan pulls up the antenna. Holy crap, an antenna. This phone is so old school it is almost cool again.

I should've known it would come back in style. Everything comes back in style...so as I sit here with my Jane Fonda leg warmers and my white washed cut off jean shorts, I wonder how even more tubular I would look if I didn't throw out the Good Ole Unbreakable Mr. Incredible Nokia Beast.