I'm on Facebook?

I found out last week that I am apparently on Facebook. At first I didn't remember creating a profile on the social networking site. But I guess I must have done it sometime after reading an article that reporters need to be on the site so we can check out what people involved in the news might have on their pages. You never know, the guy accused of running down animals with a snowmobile might have posted video of the event or expressed his hatred for furry woodland creatures.

I was reminded of my Facebook "page" when I started getting e-mails from people wanting to add me as a "friend". Many of these people I haven't talked to in almost 15-years--but apparently they are still interested in what's going on in my life. Why, I don't understand.

Anyway, I'm now thinking about actually making my page something worth checking out. I took a look at some other sites in order to get some ideas of what to put on there. Since I'm not a 14-year old girl, I won't have to take pictures of myself wearing only my underwear. But, it appears guys are required to take pictures of themselves in a mirror using their camera phone without a shirt on showing off their sixpack abs.

It looks like I'll have to come up with some rambling, profanity-laced rant about how everybody hates me and is making my life a living hell. I will also have to find some "homies to hang wit just chillin" to list as my favorite things to do. I'll also need a crash course in text language writing to make my entries as difficult read as possible.

What I dread is having to constantly "update my page" so that my legion of "friends" don't lost interest. I'm sure they will love reading about how I used my snowblower yesterday and how happy I was that the basketball Badgers rallied back this season to finish fourth in the Big Ten. It just doesn't get anymore exciting than that!! And I can't wait for that first "friends poll" on what I'm doing now. TAKING A NAP AGAIN!!

So once I get the site up to snuff I'll post a link on the WOSH website--and everyone can become my "friend". Just don't expect any pictures with my shirt off--I'd hate to have to beat off the ladies with a stick.