Okay, my husband is a paranoid.  He really is.  I blame his parents in part (sorry, P. — you know I love you & J.!); but he has taken it to an extreme on his own.  By the way, one of these days he’s going to INSIST on making this blog only accessible w/a password.  He’s not quite living in my uncle’s "black helicopter" world, but he doesn’t trust easily.  (As a side note, I love the movie "Conspiracy Theory" with Julia Roberts and Mel Gibson — makes me think of a few people I know and love.)

Anyway, I hate it when he’s proven right.  So imagine my annoyance when I heard an NPR podcast this week which only served to prove that he may be right about a few things.  Did you know that lawyers have taken to checking people’s Facebook status updates when they are in the jury pool?  If you’re a college student, think twice about inviting prof’s to be your "friend."  They’ll also be able to see those crazy party pic’s from the weekend. Here’s one I actually like: Lawyers have also used Facebook and Twitter as a way of proving that the defendant is lying.  It’s especially been used to great effect to win custody battles and domestic violence cases.  

The Library of Congress recently contracted with Twitter to archive ALL tweets.  Why?  For posterity?   

There was a psychotherapist I heard about who was not a member of Facebook.  She got an email from a patient inviting her to join Facebook.  In the email it had a bunch of pictures of people she could connect w/through Facebook.  Half of these people  were other patients, some were relatives, some were old classmates!  Turns out, the email was NOT from the patient.  It was just designed to LOOK like it was.  How did that happen?

When you click on Facebook ad’s the companies have access to all kinds of info about you.  Keep in mind that you are not the consumer on Facebook.  You are the product Facebook sells to the advertiser.  There’s more, but I’ll stop there. 

Anyway, Big Brother is here to stay.  Buyer, beware?  How about Facebooker, beware.  Tweeter, beware. etc…….   good grief.   I hate it when Tim is right about paranoid things. 

Holy Cow!  I just had so much fun playing Pac-Man on Google!  What genius.  I like how Google will make their logo/ name fit with various holidays or special days anyway.  But how brilliant for the 30th anniversary of Pac-Man to make it be an actual video game you can play.  Love it.  Although I’m sadly out of practice, and having to use keys instead of a joystick messed me up.  But still, too much fun for a few minutes.  

And now, back to being a 37 year old wife/ mom/ gardener/ etc.   Plus, I’ve had enough of Tim making fun of me and saying things like, "Now I see where Ethan gets ‘it.’ "

Well, maybe just one… more… game… 

If you live in this area, and I know you, I have 6 coupons for Hamburger/ Chicken/ Tuna Helper you can have.  I also have 6 Dawn liquid detergent coupons you can have.  I’ve bought all of both that I want for us AND for donations, but hate for coupons to go to waste.  I think they expire at the end of the month.

I mention these two because I noticed that this week (until next Tues — 5/25) at Homeland you can get the H/C/T Helpers for 50 cents each when you buy 3.  And the Dawn should be 50 cents for the 10 oz. size bottle.   After coupons, I mean.

I’d probably rather give them to 6 different people — spread the love, and all that.  But if only 2 people respond and each wants 3 coupons, you got ‘em!  Hopefully there won’t be 20 people who want them.  But if so, I guess first come, first served.

Caleb cracked me up today.  He went outside to play in the wet sandbox and mud and whatever the recent storms left for him to play with.  Since we were going to have to leave in an hour to pick up Ethan, I took his pants off leaving him with a onesie, socks, and shoes.  I knew his legs and rear would be a mess, but the clean pants could cover it all up.  

So about 5 minutes later as I was about to go outside too, he came running up to the back door in JUST his onesie.  He was already dirty — dirty — DIRTY!  I said, "Caleb!  Where are your socks and shoes!?  WHY did you take them off!?"

(Here you have to picture him in the dirty once-white-ish onesie, staring at his feet with hands turned up and elbows into his side) as he said, "Because… pretty much…. my foots are FILFY!"

Oh my. 

After baths both kids have taken to staying in their towels and curling up on the floor in their room to dry off.  They like to be "turtles."   Today after their bath they were curled up and saying, "Look at me, I’m a turtle!"  Suddenly Caleb declared himself to be…. something.  He had to say it a few times before I realized that he was saying, "I’m a Proganochelys!"  (pronounced "pro – GAN – o – KELL – iss" — or something like that.)

Tim does want it to be known that he’s not entirely to blame for this.