It seems good old Dad has given me a blog post subject for tonight, nostalgia. It began earlier this evening with his posting of random photos of me around the age of my two teenage sons. Talk about blowing their minds to see me at 14. It’s also nice to recognize that the friends in the photos are still my friends today. Well, they’re more than friends at this point, they’re family. I lost them in the early 90s, but delighted to say have found all of them and this is where Facebook’s powers are used for good.
First there was a reunion with Bridgette in December of 2010. She and I met while I was working at Palais Royal in Houston back in 1989. I worked in the Men’s department, of course, and Bridgette worked in women’s fashion, naturally. No one knows fashion like Bridge. My favorite memories are of us going the Post Oak Ranch after work for happy hour. We owned that place back then! Cowboys in business suits?
We lost touch once I moved to Miami in 1994 with the Husband. I decided to look her up in 2010 as she came to mind. And what do ya know, she was living in Jacksonville! We’ve pretty much been quite a team since then and a force to be reckoned with if I may say so. Fortunately, she has retained more memories than me on our adventures. My favorite being when a less than attractive guy approached her while we were out one night. Being the loyal friend that I am, I convinced him that she was deaf. Hey, what are girlfriends for if not that?
Then there’s my girl Gayle! I’ve known Gayle for as long as I can remember and my Dad reminded me of some of the fantastic times in my life that wouldn’t have been so had she not been there. Our families went camping every 4th of July in the early 80s and later she was my requisite person for the buddy system my parents required when I began dating around 1987. And if you knew the things we got ourselves into, even after she moved to North Carolina and came to visit, you just might blush.
She and I both lost track of each other after we married and the distance didn’t help. And guess where I found her? On Facebook, in January of 2011. The first time we saw each other again I went with my family to North Carolina, we all had dinner and it was fantastic catching up. But, when she came for business to Florida and we got together without three pairs of little eyes, Shazam!
So, first, thank you dear Father for reminding me how lucky I am to have these two amazing women in my life. And, yes, thank you Facebook for reuniting me with my family.
Here's to reconnecting with those we've lost along the way and being a better person because of it.
Sad, but edible.
Yes, I am totally blaming Twitter, Facebook, Pintrest, and this here website for burning my bacon. I normally consider myself an amazing multitasker, but when I was trying to retweet the funny stuff, stalk my friends, pin fabulous meals, maintain the blog expectations of my fan, make perfectly crisp bacon, and mediate the ritual Saturday morning battle between the kids on video game time violations - it was the bacon that suffered. As you can imagine, I was in disbelief that I could fall short of handling more than a couple tasks.
Thankfully, I have found scientific reasoning to comfort and rectify me. We all know you can’t argue with science (or your mother-in-law - another scientific fact).
According to an article on Sciencemag.org, multitasking splits our brain and we only have two hemispheres for task management. So, despite what we women constantly appear to prove otherwise, the brain can’t effectively handle more than two things at one time. Some scientists feel that you can add a third task, but it really depends on the task and the part of the brain it uses. Keep in mind, multitasking is being able to switch rapidly between tasks, not performing multiple tasks at the same time.
“...people are remarkably good at eating while doing other things...because the practiced motor skills involved in eating don’t overlap too heavily with those that interpret visual cues, control language, or run other complex processes.”
And we all know that keeping up with our friends on social media, managing children, and making bacon all require complex processes. I can't blame the kids and I certainly can't blame the bacon, so...
I would venture to say that we women have the upper hand in the multitasking arena, but that’s probably a whole other blog post. Or, you could read this article about how women spend 48.3 hours per week multitasking while at home compared to a man’s 38.9. But what’s really interesting is that the article states that men are more likely to be pleased with themselves for multitasking, where women were stressed.
Clearly, what this article is saying is that my husband should cook the bacon.
My photo adventures in Florida