Back in the day, a sure fire way to get on the front page of Xanga was to use the word "sex" in the title. Now you basically just have to post.  You could never pass @TheTheologiansCafe in his number one spot, well, maybe if you used the word sex and vagina in the title. That tells me Xanaga is dying, has been dying a slow death for a long time.

Is it terminal though?  Lets examine, when I joined Xanga many moons ago, both my kids used Xanga regularly.  I call these days the days of long, facebook, status's.  All the high school kids used Xanga to write cryptic or not so cryptic entries about their huge, horrible, high school, lives.  Here is a short example.

Dear Xanga ( aka public diary) 

Why doesn't SHE get it?????  WE are meant to be.  You think he loves you, well listen up! He told me he loves you as a FRIEND.  So get a clue.  Also, my mom is such a B****.  If your name is Megan, or Jill, or Mandy, you know why.  If not, none of your business. ha ha ha

Well till tomorrow then, 

Angie

OR

I don't have anything to say. bye

These were usually the boy entries

comments on Angie's entry

Lana: You wish, sorry but we are seeing the Notebook tonight, get your facts straight, you're the friend. 

Megan: ha ha, no kidding

Mandy: Lana, you're SO mean.  She's been hurt enough

Angie: You 2 can have each other!!!!!!!  Megan? what do you mean? Call me!

Why then did I decided to join the ranks of the immature drama queens?  Well it started with me wanting to comment on my son's entry about me losing his laundry.  Excuse me?  Still pisses me off.  And I WAS kind of immature back then in my early 40's.  I also used it to get messages out to my kid's group of friends.

For example, that was when someone was putting poop on people's cars.  No, this is not a joke.  It was disgusting and weird and disturbing.  so I wrote an entry to get the word out that I WOULD find out who this was and I would punish them.  And true to my word, I did find out, a couple years ago.  Ok, it took a while, I admit, but if you're reading this, and I don't think you are,  I'll still find a way to punish you, even though you are married and I think moved away.  Which makes you very lucky, since if I had found out who you were at the time, your name would have been announced on my Xanga, and it is doubtful you would have gotten someone to marry you, since you would have been Known forever, as shit boy.

Back on topic.  Xanga, soon turned into a way for me to connect with strangers, and write, what I thought were kind of humorous and interesting things that people could relate to.  This turned into an obsession and eventually caused a HUGE riff with my ex husband's ( expunged ) new girl friend.  Not that she wasn't looking for a reason to hate me.  Which I still don't get, she got the "prize" and she was welcome to it.

Anyway, Xanga was a way to blog, and as I said connect with strangers.  I was only slightly nervous when I met a couple people, which was probably stupid in retrospect, since both could have been serial killers.

But of course they weren't, since you really do get to know a person through their writings. Although, we now know there are tons of people who have been catfished, so I am glad @mouthygirl, really was a southern housewife, not a 500 pound, bald man.   

soon after the girlfriend fiasco, I blogged less and less.

facebook replaced Myspace and I guess xanga too, although Xanga, to me wasn't the same at all.

And that, I think, is what became part of the problem.  Xanga could never decide what it was.  A blogging site, a social media connection with friends and family, or a social media site with strangers?  

I think if Xanga would have decided then, to be a blogging site, and reward, good, quality written blogs, with front page, based on them actually reading and seeking those blogs out, they would be thriving today.

I read some of the funniest, wonderful, well written blogs, that deserved to be recognized. Blogs that could have been authors of best selling books, and their blogs would have connected back to Xanga. And as I said, could have been thriving.  I even offered, to the team, to find great blogs, for free.  I already had actually, they just needed to feature those people.

 Before you scoff, think about it, it has happened on other blogging sites, with many people.   A couple really popular blogs, get asked to write a book,or just write one based on their huge following, they do, it sells, mega, free advertizing. 

So it's not really about them asking for money from me and you.  It's about me having a clear idea what they want to be.  Decide, do it right, and then maybe.  Until then, it's doubtful, I would feel like I was paying for one of those radical treatments, with terminal cancer.  The new Xanga,and what they offer, makes no sense to me.  If you can convince me otherwise, have at it.

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So yesterday at work, I had to sit in on a group.  The counselor had a worksheet that said, "Kim's Problem/ Situation" 
It stated the problem, which was that Kim was dating Joel, but slept with Joel's friend, and was now pregnant.  Then it asked a series of questions which were meant for discussion. 

The questions were things like, should she tell Joel she slept with his friend and that the baby may not be his?  Should she have an abortion and not tell either guy? Should she try and pass the kid off as Joel's regardless?  Then it asked things like, what if she had only been dating Joel for a couple months?  Would that change your answer?

The counselor encouraged me to participate, so I did.  I said, "Kim was a ho, and her problem was that she didn't know how to keep her legs closed."

The questions were harder though.  For example, the one about passing the kid off as Joel's when it could be the other guy's.  They just didn't give enough information.  I say, that depends on which guy has more money. 

Raising a child is hard in these economic times, who is going to support Kim and her baby?  Which one wouldn't be smart enough to ask for a paternity test? 

Also, are the two guys of the same race?  Clearly it would be much easier to pass off a white baby, if both guys are white and Kim is white. And I'm sure a black guy, assuming Kim is black too, will wonder why " his" baby is a blond, white kid.  If it were a mixed raced child, her hand would be forced. 

All the boys agreed an abortion was out of the question, none of them believe in a womens right to choose.  Half of them are already fathers and none of them like condoms and won't use them.  Putting the baby up for adoption was fine though, especially if it was an aunt and uncle who did the adopting.  That way you could see your kid grow up, but not have to do any of the raising yourself.

They stated that it would be " bogus if they bought all this shit for the kid, and then it turned out to be the other guys", but then someone said, "you could just return the stuff."  Which is true.  I made sure to tell them to always keep a receipt. 

Even though most of them were already dads, I gave them a quick conception lesson.  I explained that the egg can live for a couple days and sperm can live up to a week, so there was really no time in the month that was safe.  Some of them, already dads, didn't even know what ovulation was, or how babies were made.
I mean they knew it was from intercourse, but what goes on inside?  No clue.

Which is why people like Kim get into these messes.

No one would have been angry at the friend.  Apparently, if Kim was going to give it up, the friend couldn't resist.  The friend should have told Joel that his woman was a skank though,  then Joel  could dump her ho ass.

Apparently, boyfriends should keep their women under control.  Other wise she's up for grabs.  And it's perfectly fine for Joel to cheat on Kim, if he can get away with it, and doesn't get anyone else pregnant.

If there was enough time left in group, we were going to roll play.  I suggested that the counselor play Kim the ho.  She liked that and we laughed.  The boys were upset though, and one said "  You and Miss Laura are too old to be acting so immature" 

I'm never to old to act immature, so whatever.  We ran out of time anyway, since we started talking about how twins were made and how Obama felt about abortion. 

One boy said, he saw on the news that Obama was going to be president and McCain was going to be vice.  I told him no, but he insisted, so maybe I missed something. 

Anyway, that group made one hour of the eight go fast, so I hope I'm in there again. 

Maybe next time it will be, Joel's problem, Kim gave him herpes.

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Or is it Mish Mosh?  So anyone miss me?  I know, I have been the worst xangan on the face of the planet, but in my defence I have a LOT going on.   This might be long, but sex talk at the end, so skim if you want...

I do know my friend Karen has missed these entries, even though we talk everyday, because she told me she did.  Apparently, she reads me every night before bed.  This never sounded creepy to me until my new friend Wendy said in a sensual voice " After I put on my body lotion and put on my night gown, I sit at the computer..."  I told new friend Wendy I was going to put that in my next entry and that nothing is sacred with me.  So she might be old friend Wendy or ex - friend Wendy after she reads this.

New friend Wendy is a lot of fun.  This is her in down town Chicago in the Macy's bathroom.

Macy's bathrooms are very nice.  So is new friend Wendy, she's also funny, which is why I put in her comment about the other friend Karen, reading my blog before bed.

Anyway, we were in The City to see Drowsy Chaperon with our daughters and that was a lot of fun. 

But first we went window shopping

I was a real tourist with my camera, even though I have been downtown many times.

Can someone tell me why someone would pay more than fifty cents for these shoes?

I don't get it?  Speaking of shoes.

Here's a mystery for you all.  This shoe was on the street before we went to the show, but it was with it's partner shoe.  When we came back, it was alone.  Where is the other shoe? 

Old friend Karen, the one who reads my blog nightly, had never been on a train before.  Here she is pre train boarding and then on the train with  even older friend Diane.

I have cute friends right? 

All in all it was a good day.  Now I am going to get graphic, so STOP reading if your going to get all offended. 

Warning sexual topics ahead.

First, the boys at work are completely grossing me out.  There have been two attempted rapes, one involving a alleged hanger.  I have also learned when they don't like another boy, they ejaculate in his shampoo. New friend Wendy ( I should stop calling her that) said I should tell them, they are actually helping the boy out because sperm is good for the hair.  I told you she was funny.

So today I was taking Jennie back to school but we had to pick up a bachelorette party gift.  I knew there was this store called Lovers Lane and thought a vibrator would be a funny, yet practical gift for the bride to be.  Jennie, refused to go in.  So I had to be the mature one.  So I go in and find the vibrator section right away.  I'm not a regular vibrator shopper, so I'm thinking something small and cheap.  However, all I see is huge and expensive.  Apparently, I looked out of place, even though I was trying to be all " I shop for vibrators regularly."  The sales woman asks me if this is my first time and suggest this huge dildo/vibrator with a butterfly or something attached ( or maybe it was a bunny.)  She tells me it's made of the best material and has multiple speeds. 
Well, I'm thinking that would be even funnier than a small vibrator, that is until I checked the price.  $89.00!!!!!!  I really think the small $10.00 one could do the trick, and besides, that's ridiculous.  Almost as bad as those overpriced ugly Macy shoes.

These people must work on commission because even though I told her I didn't need her help, she kept pushing.  She kept turning them on to show me the different speeds and how pliable they were.  Okay, not cool and really embarrassing.  I told her I thought I was going to go with the cheap, small one, and that I really thought it was cute and that it fit the bride to be's personality better.  I told her that although the giant tongue seemed like a great deal at $50.00 on sale, I was kind of on a budget. 

If you think the embarrassment would be over, you would be wrong.  I walk out and get in the van and start telling Jennie the story when, one of Matt's friends from high school runs over.  " Mrs. Expunge" she screams, " I thought that was you"  "I'm next door getting a new belly button ring." 

She actually acted like it was normal to see her friends mom coming out of the sex store.  Just the same as if I were coming out of Target or JC Pennys. 

I quickly explain why I was coming out of the sex store.  I find out her mom is in the piercing store and she comes out and I make her take a picture with me in front of the sex store.  She also took one of me with the bought vibrator. 

I am looking forward to getting those so I can humiliate matt to the highest degree. 

Her mom is running for local office, so I was told not to post the one with her in it. 

So what if people think she is my lesbian lover?  I was actually a little hurt.  But since I don't have the pictures yet, it's a moot point.

We all ended up going in the piercing store, and they had pictures.  Let's just say, some things should NEVER be pierced and owww!!!!!!

I think I'll take a nice long walk now, and get bad images out of my head.  I'll try and be a better xangan in the future.

PS.  Lover Lane gave me a punch card for future use.  Ten Punches and I think I get something for free, but I'm not sure. 

I put a disguise on my " friend" so she won't be recognized

I decided to force myself out of the house today and went to a friend's pool.  It was nice.  But then I came home and did something I never would have done before the empty nest syndrome. I clicked on Who has a secret crush on you?  I know, I'm 47, you don't have to say it.  I even submitted my name and astrological sign.  Then they wanted my " real" cell phone number.  Thankfully, I clicked off.  I wasn't even on Ambian either.  This is worse than I thought.  But it would have been nice to know who had a secret crush, darn.

My sister left a comment on Jennie's travel blog

JennieBear,  Don't worry about your mom, she'll be okay - or we will
put HER on an 18 hour flight to South Africa.  I know she would get
along very well with your Zulu family - and click her way to getting all
the gossip.  Living in a Zulu town would be so much better than her job
at Safeway or Safe Haven or whatever that place is called anyway.  My
advice, If you get to feeling strange in a strange place just play a
simple tune in your head like "Don't Worry - Be Happy".  Love you! 
Your favorite Aunt Liz

So true.  I'm not so sure about the clicking thing though.   I googled it and this is what I found

• c - dental (comparable to a sucking of teeth)
• q - alveolar (comparable to a bottle top 'pop')
• x - lateral (comparable to a click one may do for a horse)

I don't want to do that and I think it's weird and hard.  Jennie better not do that when she comes home.  She can demonstrate but it will be irritating if she does the sucking of the teeth thing in normal conversation.  I know how I am, that will get on my nerves.  However, I would get the gossip.  I bet Zulu gossip is much like American gossip.  I'm sure there are break ups and cheating and all that good stuff.  People are people wherever you go.  I wonder if they have celebrities there.  I wonder if they wear pants?  Do you think they have Zulu rehabs?

I tagged this entry with the word sex.  I don't know why, I just thought it would be fun. 

My friend and I have decided we are not calling our kids at school anymore.  We are playing hard to get, they can just come to us from now on.

Matt actually did call me on his own today.  He told me he is really cold at night.  He is in one of the rare dorms that have air, but apparently you can't turn it down.  I fought the urge to drive the four and a half hours to bring him another blanket.  I did say I would put $$$ in his account and told him to buy one.  You might wonder why they don't just turn the air off, but I guess then it's way to hot.  Geeze some people are never satisifed.

I read a book about Borderline Personality Disorder and decided I have it.  That's another thing us empty nesters do, self diagnose. It's kind of exciting, I wonder what I'll do next.