Mail-Order Husbands

I feel like I have lost an entire week to a serious case of un-motivation. Zero ambition. Massive drop in the energy level. Enormous case of the uncaring blues. I could blame it on a minor little infection I was battling. Or the medicine I was taking that made me tired. It was that time of the month. Maybe I'm just missing the kids. Could be the weather. Or the lack of a vehicle. Money woes? Possibly.

Wow. Now that I think of it, maybe it wasn't all in my head.
This is why it helps me to write things out.
Which brings me to another issue I've been thinking about.

Should a blog be public or private? Do I put too much information on here? I don't mean my emotions and feelings and opinions about my pretty ordinary, everyday life. I mean like personal information stuff. I certainly don't want my picture or my daughter's or for that matter my brother's to end up on some foreign matchmaking, mail-order bride/husband delivery sheet.

Which poses another question.
Is there such a thing as a mail-order husband?
Not that I have one for sale or anything.

I wouldn't know how much to charge for him anyway. He's pretty handy.

This techno world amazes, confuses, and scares me all at the same time. I've spent a good week as it is researching new cell phones for an upgrade. We don't do the smartphone thing (although I'm starting to think I would seriously consider a little more monthly debt to experience one) and a non-smartphone with a decent plan is coming harder and harder to come by. I found a pretty cool one, though, complete with a phone tracker device (all kids should look away at this point).

As a parent, I love that.
As a kid, I would cry unfair!
Is there anywhere we can hide?

My husband wishes he could have been alive two hundred years ago. I'm not so sure. Although I get pretty stressed out sometimes by this modern world, I have a washing machine that is at this very moment doing all the hard work for me. I'm good with that. In fact,  I think the hum of that motor is a beautiful sound. A good friend of mine just bought a brand-spanking new Camaro. Riding in that thing beats the dust and heat of a covered wagon on a rutted-out dirt road any day.

Not that I would know by experience.
But I'd wager it's a pretty good guess.
Modernization isn't all bad.

Let me know your thoughts on the whole public vs. private blog thing anyway. Or your opinion on facebook and other social networks. You can even tell me what you think of people who text at the dinnertable. Just don't tell me I should wash my clothes by hand in the creek.

I don't think we would agree on that one.