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I was so done, guys. And nothing i tried inspired me. Yes, this means I googled it, tried other’s methods, and got crap for results.

So I digressed to the idea that maybe this was just a long writer’s block or maybe it was a sign that I needed to concentrate elsewhere.
And I did.

Then ideas, after a few weeks, started coming back. The result was 4 posts in 2 days.

#QuadWinning

Quick Takes of the Monday Variety

Can I do a summary post for Monday? WHY YES I CAN BECAUSE THIS IS MY BLOG AND I’M PAYING THE BILL! Well, kinda.

Let’s see, where do I start? (ANYWHERE I WANT TO *muahahaha*)

—1—

Friday was my check-up for Lasik. No, this won’t be a Lasik post, so stop considering leaving (thank you). My vision is still a little wonky, especially at night (halos) (don’t know what that is, try Mr. Wiki) (Do not confuse ‘Mr. Wiki’ with ‘Mr. Winky’).

The most awesome part of that follow-up is that I’ve been relinquished of the horrid eye drop schedule and now I only need the Restatsis and the rewetting drops. The “bad” news is that my eyes are very dry, so I’ll need to put those drops in pretty much ever half hour (it’s “as needed” and I “need” them every 10 minutes…so…).

I’ll do a vlog about it some time this week since I can finally wear eye makeup and there’s pretty much zero chance of me ever doing a vlog without at least a little mascara. Go ahead and call me vain.

—2—

I got my Nikon back (*happy tears*), so you can all rest assured that the parade of crappy iphone picks can now stop. Except for twitpics, so… don’t set those standards too high.

Since I never told you that my Nikon was broke, the Nikon broke. Well, “broke”. The flash stopped working, so I shipped it to NY for repair, which was under warranty (yay). And they cleaned it (kudos to Nikon).

—3—

Bret Michaels is in the ICU. That’s not random if you understand my love for trashy shows and VH1 (did I just repeat myself?). Hope he gets better soon and then needs a sexy nurse (Rock of Love: Live-in Nurse)

—4—

Speaking of shows that I should probably be ashamed of, Army Wives is back on! Actually, you shouldn’t be embarrassed of watching it, and I’m not. Maybe I’m just embarrassed that I love it so much even when the storyline gets a little predictable.

I’m watching it now, since I finished my B-Metro post and the boys have semi-calmed down. (The post isn’t up yet, just so you know)

—5—

Speaking of, THANK GOD THEY CALMED DOWN. Well, by “they”, I mostly mean Conner because he hasn’t stopped talking except to eat and sleep since Friday. Not quite sure what’s going on, but save me?

—6—

I went to CVS earlier. I checked the weather before I left and it said we were under a “strong wind advisory”, but that didn’t factor into my outfit choice for the errand. I walk into the store, get my items, and walk out just as a strong gust meets me.

I was wearing a skirt.

A thin, cotton, tiered (thus “flowy”) skirt.

I caught the majority of my skirt with my elbow when it met my belly button.

Yay for clean panties!

Ok. Picture time… this skirt —>

So in the future:

And yes, those are my boobs are my default pic for twitter. Which is more or less why you should follow me on twitter. After about a week I threw a pink breast cancer awareness twibbon on it to make it look less like a social media ploy - it’s actually a social media ploy.

OH! And btw, there’s some sort of boobie earthquake going on on Twitter (hash tag #boobquake), but I have no idea what it’s really about. Except that it’s about boobies, I got that part.

Annnd 3 seconds later, I’ve learned from The Bloggess that BoobQuake is an … acknowledgement? Of slutty outfits that encourage cleavage? Something like that. Although I have gained a little more than a full cup size over the last 6 months, I’m going to guess that I can’t truly celebrate this occasion with a full B?

—7—

Even though this isn’t a 7 Quick Takes, I feel bad without a #7. This week I’m going to try to schedule posts because I’m sick of saying “zomg! i want to blog that!” and then not doing it and then something else comes up and I blog that but never blog about the other thing… so… this is a really long sentence and I’m gong to end it by saying that I’m going to attempt to schedules posts (title: this, date: that” and maybe even categorize them but that might be me getting ahead of myself) AND BREATH!

The Mayor of Idiotville

Riddle me this:

You are marginally addicted to Twitter, and frequently twitpic your food, current ensamble/shoes, or the first interesting thing you see at a new place. You check your twitter feed when you are bored and sitting in a doctor’s office, waiting for your order to come up at a restaurant, or basically any time you feel a sudden surge of partial bordem settle in.

I’m absolutely guilty of these things.

But you know what else I’m guilty of? Locking my doors. I also turn on my alarm at night and check window locks when I clean. You could even say I carry a fair share of anxiety over trying to keep my family safe.

For good reason, I might add!

With that said, I backed out of my driveway last night around 8 PM and while waiting on a very long red light(very, very long), I checked twitter from my iphone. I almost tweet(ed) “On the way to CVS. Conner’s getting an antibiotic for his sinus infection. Hope it helps him” or something to that affect. What I wasn’t considering doing: “Amanda just became the Mayor of CVS on the corner of Atlanta Highway and Taylor Rd”.

Oh! Great! BRB, Robbing you!

Foursquare is a twitter app that people use to TELL THE ENTIRE WORLD WHEN THEY AREN’T AT THEIR HOMES. And honestly it confuses the absolute day lights out of me.

I “get in trouble” often with Michael, and in general with older generations about what they deem “over share”. I have a blog and what I’m doing isn’t abnormal, but it’s very generational. This is just the age we live in. Now, I do have limits and information that I don’t have running as a flash banner across the top of the page, but in general, if people want to find out certain info - they can.

But it is absolutely beyond me why you’d announce your exact location, INCLUDING GPS (that’s what the URL link is in the tweet!!!), to a real-time social networking site that ANYONE can access.

PleaseRobMe.com is a site that searches Twitter for those morons who feel the need to tell “the whole internet” (Mike’s words for when I “share”) when their house MAY be empty because the occupant(s) has “checked in” (using Foursquare or a similar application) elsewhere.

Even THAT SITE has no taken down the feed stating:

We’re not showing the Twitter messages anymore, as they no longer add anything. If you don’t want your information to show up everywhere, don’t over-share ;-)

But this website not showing the feed any longer doesn’t solve the problem, it just means there’s not a one-stop site for accessing the information.

I did a search on Twitter by typing in “foursquare” into the search box, and since I started typing this post, I have (167) new updates with people tweeting their location.

PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS TO ME.

Why, oh why, would someone announce to the world where they are EXACTLY? Why do people think this is safe? Barely related seeing as SAFETY is the key issue here, but why do people even think others CARE about their real-time location?

It takes a lot to shut me up, but adding a flashing arrow to my home when I’m not there is NOT something you’ll find me announcing.