Where did all my time go...

This past week I wrote about things that I can never find. Today one of my concerns is...Where is all of my time going? Well... actually I know. HA! A lot of my time goes to blogging because I have just discovered that I love to post and to read other peoples blogs.

I have recently joined facebook. My, My, what a mistake. This is an addiction not a networking place. I love to go on facebook and see what everybody is up to. I guess that makes me nosey. I upload pics of the kids, our church, the dog and anything else I can find. This is not something I can just do at home, my phone dings every time I get a facebook notification. I am always connected.

I don't want you to misunderstand why I am on my facebook page so much. The main reason is I can't figure out how to do things. Yes, I said it! I have a hard time figuring it out. It kills me that what takes me 30 minutes to figure out takes Kacey all of a few seconds. This past week someone sent me a piece of flair. I had no idea what that was, but I was not going to let this piece of flair get the best of me. I sat down and started punching buttons. When I finally had signed up and had my password I went to work. I wanted to make a personal button. I took a picture, uploaded it from my phone to my computer, cropped it, and wa-lah* I had a personal piece of flair. Yeah right! I think that took me over an hour. Then I think I sent it to all of my church friends. I say think because I am not sure if they got it and I hated to ask.

Blogging has been a challenge for me also, but I am enjoying the difficulties except when I accidentally delete something I have worked on long and hard. The time seems to fly by when I am blogging. The old saying "Time flies when your having fun" applies to blogging. I can't say that facebook is fun it is more of a challenge.

Oh crud! I have to go. I have to be at a ballgame in an hour. Where did all of my time go?!!

*A little humor for you. I looked up wa-lah and this is what it said.
Wa-lah an idiots way of saying Voila. Take from this what you want.

I can't fint it...

...where is the brush?
...where is the controller?
...where are my keys?
...where is my phone?
...where is the leash?
...where is that stack of bills?
...where did I put my purse?
...where is my charger?
...where are my shoes?

Where? Where? Where?

Holy cow! My life seems to be one big treasure hunt here lately. I have always prided myself in being able to multi task and keep up with everything. Not any more...I have bypassed turning into my mother and went straight to the nursing home crowd. I expect these "where" questions from Kenny and the kids, but not from me. I have always said that Kenny couldn't find his behind with both hands. (I didn't say it that nicely either!Ha!) Now these days when Kenny asks "Where is the controller." I answer, "I don't know ask the kids." If it wasn't for the kids we would be sitting in our recliners in front of a black screen. Now that I think about it, it is a big black screen. Where did that come from? HA!

Several years ago my mom told me a story about her Aunt Lou. Lou was in a nursing home. Mom would always go visit, pick up her laundry, and do a few things around the room. This particular day Lou had lost her false teeth. Mom had looked everywhere for them. She even went and checked in the lost and found. (Never thought about finding teeth there.) She was coming down the hall when she heard someone say, "I found some teeth." The lady started telling that she had brought her dad lunch. When she washed her hands she noticed that his teeth were in a cup in the bathroom soaking. While she was getting everything ready her dad just started eating. She asked him if he needed his teeth and he said, "No, I have my teeth." Well as it turned out he had Lou's teeth in his mouth. Mom never figured out how this happened.

The other day I had a lady tell me to put a string around my finger to help me remember. Well I think the moral to this story is to put a string on your teeth or whatever it is you keep misplacing.