Blogging here is feeling kind of quaint these days, sort of old-fashioned. I spend too much time surfing around Facebook, spying on my children (particularly my college boy), and it is starting to actually bother me. I had left Blogspot behind, somewhat, while I chased my flirtation into a small obsession with Facebook. Now I grow weary of Facebook. Well, kind of. I still check friends' status updates very regularly (some of them are so funny and so telling). But I like the slightly longer mental engagement required by writing my little paragraphs here.

I can also feel weighed down by the negative aspect of this inarguably narcissistic impulse, but isn't that generally what being a human is all about? I mean really. We come into this world and we squawk. We have to be taken care of or we die. Wait, I'm veering here (as I so often do). What I am meaning to say, and I am not writing a rough draft to get there more seamlessly, which is sort of hypocritical since I'm an English teacher who asks that of her students, is that it is in most of our natures to call out to one another, in one form or another, to say, "Over here!" "Wait up a sec!" "Don't ditch me, you motherf*ckers!" Which of course I can't spell out all the way because I am a teacher and ohmigod what if a student or parent or boss found this and fired me for it? Like that's gonna happen (famous last words).

Anyway, who really cares? I have perhaps three friends who might remember to look at this once every five months. I am not troubled by that math. It still is a chance for me to practice the writing, which is the thing I really enjoy the most.

Yesterday I took my daughter to Sephora for the full-on make-up lesson and in-store application sales pitch. She needed everything and I knew it. I knew it was going to be a hefty price tag (she didn't realize that make-up and all things cosmetic are outstandingly atrociously priced). I needed some stuff, too. Foundation, which I rarely wear anymore since I am old (50) and getting crepey around the eyes and who really cares anyway? But we spent well over a couple hundred bucks yesterday. My daughter's eyes were even bigger when we got the total than they were with the beautifully applied shadow and liner.

Did I say well over a couple hundred? I can't even say how much because I am that shocked by my own spending. But now we are totally set. Katie can go to the Oscars next week with her dad and have a great time. She'll get her hair washed and brushed out just so, and wear her pretty, pretty prom dress that hasn't seen a prom because kids these days wear retro cocktail dresses to proms. And I'll watch from home to see if I can catch a split-second glimpse of her on the red carpet.

By the way, go see "Coraline." It is quite incredible. I want to see it again.