last night I got so frustrated and depressed while on Facebook that I was seriously considering deleting this site. (I had a whole dramatic exit all planned out...even stayed awake hours ironing out the details. me? I am a drama queen like that!)

as I was reading all my friends and acquaintances commenting back and forth, it just hit me. these are people that, for the most part, have known about my website for years. if they wanted to network or connect with me so badly, all they done had to do was come right here, where I've been all along. but only one has. why is that?

Boogher told me community sites are popular because they're great networking tools. guess what? that's exactly how personal blogging started...everyone linked to everyone else, and you found some great people that way. hell, we even had the fun little "memes" that are so popular on FaceBook and MySpace now.

after I got over my temper tantrum last night and my brain started working again, I think I figured this whole thing out. one of my friends on MySpace asked me once why I never uploaded photos. when I replied "that's what Lizzie Lou is for" the response I got was "but that's another click!" that, to me, totally sums up community networking sites. they're great networking tools, yes. but more importantly? they're convenient. MySpace, Facebook and the like are one stop, one click ways to catch up with all your friends. no more tedious links, no more visiting 20 different websites. I get the attraction of that. really, there's no competing and no beating it.

but those pesky community websites that I love to hate and hate to love? they aren't for me. they aren't where I belong. HERE is where my heart is. HERE is where I've poured all my talents. this is my internet home. I've worked my ass off to make it beautiful and user friendly and unique. and if I spend the next twenty years, updating only for myself, talking only to myself? well, that's okay. *le sigh* I just have to quietly admit that my way of "networking" is slowly going the way of the dinosaur.

this is one of those songs that's beautiful and thought provoking and makes me cry. every.damn.time. it just hits me right where I live.

the chorus:

"If everyone cared and nobody cried. If everyone loved and nobody lied. If everyone shared and swallowed their pride. Then we'd see the day when nobody died."

AND I'M SINGING AMEN I, AMEN I, AMEN I, I'M ALIVE....oh, I mean. hey, sorry about that. that's totally not part of the chorus, but I just couldn't help myself. lucky for you, you couldn't actually hear me singin' it. ;)

Micheal Phelps Might Be Prosecuted...OH.MY.GOD. you're kidding, right? over a picture of him smoking pot? really? they are going to spend their time and resources investigating a picture? good god, people...have you looked at youtube recently? there are TONS of people on there that could get busted, and they have VIDEO proof!! should we be sending the cops all those videos, so they can investigate them, too?

the ONLY REASON this is such a big deal, and the ONLY reason they are wasting their time investigating this, is because it is Michael Phelps. over a freaking picture of him with a bong which may or may not contain pot, which he may or may not have actually inhaled. (hey...if it worked for Bill...) 'course, it's unfortunate for him he admitted to it LOL but still. IT'S POT.

now, if he'd been caught snorting coke off a hooker's ass, then I might be inclined to agree.

I've got some hormonal thing going on today. since I've gotten up, I've cried no less that 4 times...and its not even noon. its rediculous because birth control is supposed to keep me from getting hormonal. since it normally does, I've forgotten how to control being this...bitchy.

so hope you don't cross my path today. I'm likely to either a- cry all over your shoulder or 2- rip off your head and shove it up a rather uncomfortable body cavity.

that is all.

today is Lisa Lampanelli Day!! Doug and I are going to see her show tonight, and I am beyond excited.

since owning my pigs, I've had three different sets of cage blankets made. the first set? sewn by a friend for free? fabulous!! they fit correctly, were easy to clean, and did a pretty decent job of soaking up what they needed to soak up.

when I rebuilt the cage, those blankets no longer fit. so I hired a local seamstress to make new sets of blankets...and they were all 4 inches too short which made the cage a pain in the ass to spot clean on a daily basis.

sooo...on to set number three. I found a lady on line who MAKES HER LIVING making custom cage blankets specifically for guinea pigs. they sounded...like a miracle. medical grade water proof fabric on the bottom, an absorbant middle layer, and nice soft fleece to top it all off. and these new blankets? didn't even last A FUCKING DAY. the blankets were leaking urine strait through the "medical grade water proof fabric". and don't even get me started on how difficult they are to spot clean...I have to scoop up the poops BY HAND because the vacuum or hand broom doesn't work.

when I think about how much money I have WASTED on cage blankets in the last 6 months, I want to just SCREAM. I am one pissed off girl right now. why is it that the "professional" seamstresses couldn't get it right, but my friend, who refused any more payment than a free lunch, totally hit the mark?