Garage Sale Friday

Seven months into blogging and this is the first time that I can't come up with a cohesive topic for a post, so I'm just posting some random things that I've screen grabbed and found on my camera. Consider this to be a garage sale post, where you might find some weird crappy things or a Picasso that's been hanging in some one's bathroom for 50 years. Let's all hope for more Picasso than crap.

I'm Confused

Former Girl Next Door, Holly Madison had a baby named Rainbow Aurora who is perfect, according to Holly. According to this picture from Us Weekly, she may also be a dog:

Oh, Holly, your baby has the glossiest coat! 

I know you might expect me to have some bon mots about the baby's name, and I hate to disappoint. Having been an avid viewer of both The Girls Next Door and Holly's spin-off Holly's World, I would have expected nothing less for Holly than: Weather + Disney = Baby Name. Other possibilities are Windy Belle and Summer Jasmine. If she had a boy I'm afraid he'd be Storm Gaston or something. Frankly, I was more surprised that Kendra has a baby named after the main character of King of the Hill. Her formula was Sports + Rock Star = Baby Name. Little Hank's name should be Lax Jagger or something. But then he'd be a sock:

Imagine my surprise upon Googling Lax Jagger to find this. I love the Internet.

Social Media Hack

One of my New Year's resolutions was to get better with using social media. Well, here we are approaching Easter and I'm still just using Facebook and Pinterest and I'm still a total Twitter-phobe. I think that part of the problem is that Twitter is harder to figure out what with its jargon and hashtags and RT business. Also, Twitter seems like urban sprawl to me. There's no there, there. You know what I mean? Facebook, Instagram, and Pinterest seem more organized and visually easier to grasp. This is too bad because, let's face it, photography is not my strong suit and my kind of blog is probably best promoted by tweeting clever things, not by posting dark, blurry pictures of my children posing with the largest land-dwelling mammal that ever lived:

The Girl at the new Fernbank Museum extreme mammals exhibit.

The Green Eyed Monster

I've been thinking about the recent study which concluded that Facebook is making us miserable because we are jealous of the fabulous lives our friends appear to have based on their Facebook posts. I'm surprised about this mostly because I have always figured that most people are like me and only post things on Facebook that reflect the self that they want to promote. Also, people mostly only post about the great stuff and terrible stuff because Facebook is a little like restaurant reviews: why waste time writing a review that says, "this place is totally okay!"? If I posted about every mundane activity during my day my Facebook feed would make it look like I was a professional laundress and snack-getter: "Just threw in a load of whites!" "Kids totally can't get enough Goldfish crackers! Up again to get a bowl of Pirate's Booty! But, hey YOLO!"

This is a fucking lie