Facebook. Again.

I deactivated my Facebook account a little over a year ago. I reactivated it a few days ago.

Why? I wanted to give it another try. The family has not jumped on the Twitter bandwagon (yet). The closest family members are 4 hours away, the rest are on either coast or somewhere in between. We see them periodically, or sporadically, at best. They have things happening in their family units each and every day and a glimpse into their days would give us that much more of a connection. 

Why now? Laurie  tweeted on Twitter that she had her Christmas pictures on Facebook. I wanted to see them so off to Facebook I went. I realized rather quickly that I could not get anywhere close to the pictures without being a friend. Can't be a friend without an active account. So, I did it. I reactivated my account.

What happened? Within a few hours, and then again the next day, I received invites from 2 family members. One had just set up her account that same day (freaky).

Now what? The profile is minimal but it is there. Over time (as I have time) I will add more to it. 

Making connections. One profile at a time.

She Has My Genes. The Kid Is Doomed.

I was watching my daughter in gymnastics the other night tumble, leap and cartwheel her way across the mat.  She points her toes, extends her fingertips and holds her head high. When she does a handstand, finds a balance point or lands her round-off, sunbeams shine from her eyes.

The group of girls stretch and warm up. The kid is doing great.  They move to the trampoline. The kid is having a blast.  They move to tumbling. The kid is unstoppable. They move to the rope.

I can't climb a rope. I remember (rather vividly), gripping the rope, pulling with all my might and my body not even moving an inch. Didn't happen then, never will.

She has my genes. The kid is doomed.