Mactweetster is Tweeting

Today I added a link on this blog to my Twitter account. "What?" you gasp, "Heidi has a Twitter Account?" I know, I'm getting wild and crazy. Actually, my teacher made me do it. In fact, she's making me do this blog too! (She's really a great teacher, and she's forcing me out of my comfort zone.) I feared signing up for Twitter because it seemed so hard. But seriously, it took all of two seconds. You go to Twitter.com, make up a name, sign up, and you're off.

So now I'm mactweetster to all of you who choose to follow me. Don't get too excited about my Twitter account. I've tweeted, drum roll please, ONE time. I know you will be disappointed to not hear my lastest tweets on what I had for breakfast or when I'm stopping at the gas station. My thoughts and escapades just aren't all that enthralling.

I have to admit I was not relishing the idea of signing up for Twitter. I think it's stupid. I heard Britney overtook Ashton as the most followed on Twitter. Now, I do love me some Ashton Kutcher, but I'm not following his tweets. I don't care when he brushes his teeth or how he feels about the service at the luncheonette. I also don't want his political opinions. (Just give me a couple of posters for my wall.)

I'm not a twitter hater! I just don't get it. I'm old-fashioned in that I think social networking has gotten way out of hand. You can share ideas and thoughts or your favorite Jelly Belly flavor via dozens of vehicles: squidoo, plunk, friendster, delicious, etc. I guess I'm really just overwhelmed by the whole social networking realm, so I choose to bash it. Ha!

Rapturous about a Raptor

Dirk drives a minivan. This former Navy SEAL Commander, who now sits all day in a tiny box of an office without any windows, drives a minivan. Is there something wrong with this picture? Yes! This man needs a more exciting life, or at least some hot wheels! He has been wishing for a truck (or what we like to call an "air hauler"), so we decided to go look at the new Ford F150 Raptor on Memorial Day.

We headed toward the best place for truck-hunting: south Jersey. After following our GPS past farms and barns for quite some time, we started seeing sure signs of redneck country. On the highway, cruising next to us, there was a truck with a dozen fishing poles fastened across the top of the cab. In a lane just ahead was another truck with the bed brimming with hay, pulling a trailer with horse tails swishing out the back. Then, as a certain sign of redneck territory, yet another truck passed with a plastic deer stuck on the trailer hitch. The deer's hinged legs moved up and down faster and faster as the truck accelerated. Woo hoo, we were almost there!

As we pulled into the dealership, the Ford Raptor was positioned front and center, greeting us with a big grilled smile, searing itself into Dirk's retinas. Dirk sauntered slowly around the Raptor, rapturously drinking in all of its awesomeness. In case you are uneducated about this spectrum of the car market, the Raptor is showcased as a high-performance, off-road racing truck. Its 6.2-liter, V-8 engine propels the Raptor through any kind of mud pits (or street puddles) and over any treacherous boulders (or curbs) to the finish line of the Baja 1000 (or, more likely, the office parking lot).

When civilization comes to an end, you had better hope there's a Ford F150 SVT Raptor in your driveway. Post-apocalyptic life will require a gun-running, off-road monster able to handle the chores of killing off the infected, scouring for food in inpassable areas, and rescuing friends from certain death and destruction. Try that in a Ford Fiesta. -- Scott Burgess, Detroit Newspapers

A great thing about digital media is that you can capture and display cool photos like the one at the top of this blog, or you can find and share witty reviews like the one above. A few reviews slam the Raptor in terms of social responsibility, condemning it as a terrible afront to humanity. However, most are rave reviews that, in a nutshell, claim the Raptor can transform almost anyone into an action hero. (In fact, there's an underground current of thought that the Raptor maybe actually BE a secret Transformer.) Raptor or no Raptor, Dirk is already our favorite action hero.

Let's Wray a Leath!

On Memorial Day our family and friends went to Princeton's parade. The parade marched down Nassau Street right in front of the university. There were lots of drums, bagpipes, scouts, and puppies. After the parade, we walked down to the memorial park where our friends were honored to "wray a leath." (That's "lay a wreath" for those who don't mix up their words like Heidi and Aileen!)

I took another step in my effort to embrace digital media and made a "smilebox" slide show. You can click on it below! You'll see our family (Dirk, Heidi, Caitlin, and Courtney) at the parade and the Crowleys (John, Aileen, John Jr., Megan, and Patrick) who wrayed the leath at the foot of the memorial in honor of our armed forces.

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Facebook "About Face!"

Facebook has had to do a military-style "about face" after learning that their website is not so secure as they claimed. After being assured that Facebook was relatively benign, we've all heard horror stories about stolen identities, fraud, and of course, plain old embarrassment. Facebook is finally facing up (ha!) to its shortcomings.

I have a Facebook page that Caitlin created for me on my 47th birthday. After I received a couple of odd emails from friends ("Why are you naked on your Facebook profile?"), I realized that Caitlin had posted a headshot of me in a strapless gown. Unfortunately, the gown did not show at all... just my bare shoulders!

I love Facebook and plan on giving my own site a "facelift" (ha!) and using it more often. I plan on putting my Facebook connection on this blog once I get it set up. There's no better way to connect with old friends and distant relatives. My girls love it for socializing and even checking homework or sports practice schedules. However, I worry like many parents about monitoring Facebook use.

Here are two new articles about Facebook account security:

Facebook Adjusts Privacy Controls After Complaints


How to Secure Your Facebook Account


Note: I was browsing through my blog posts and saw that the links to these articles are not showing. The links show on my own editing page, but not on the published blog. I went back to try linking the articles again, but to no avail. I'm afraid I will have to ask Caitlin or Courtney to help me figure out what I'm doing wrong.

Heidi's Dream House... Photoshopped

During my internet real estate browsing, one of my favorite ways to waste time, I came across a darling cottage in Pennington Borough. In fact, it's so dang cute that you might get a cavity if you gaze for too long. It's a sugar house! It's not the best fit for our family, but I would throw practicality out the window if I could live there. The house looks like it came from a fairytale.

Now look closely... is that grass a little greener than your neighbor's lawn? Is the sky a bit bluer than the last lovely Spring day? How about those perfectly placed cotton-candy clouds? This picture on the computer screen may be a tad small to notice those enhancements, but the too-beautiful-to-be-real colors are obvious on the shiny brochure I received at the open house. (Yes, I'm one of those annoying looky-loos.) I'd dare say, I think the house has been photoshopped!

In our computer age, it has become all too easy to "photoshop" any picture. We have all seen models with legs so twiggy they'd be unable to carry the human body. Yet it only takes a couple swipes of the digital paintbrush and wah-lah!, the girl has gams no amount of thigh-master squeezing could create. (As much as I like to complain about the false reality of the gorgeous faces and bodies that cover my bedside magazines, it also gives me an excuse. If a covergirl in her 40's looks half her age, I can always amusingly dismiss my own shortcomings with a snort, "Oh, she was so obviously photoshopped," as though I'd look just like her if I had that advantage. I wish!)

The word "photoshop" has become a common verb. In Marketing 101, all students learn how the brand names Kleenex and Xerox have, over time, become generic words for all facial tissues and any photocopying. It seems that Adobe's Photoshop software will suffer the same fate. The word "photoshop" is now commonly used for any kind of image editing or alteration. Back in the dinosaur ages when I was growing up, there was no such word or activity. In college I was actually writing code on 3x5 cards for mainframe computers. Now my daughter is happily photoshopping away on the laptop. "Look mom, I just gave myself curly hair!"

We all wish for a perfect world, so I guess photoshopping is not such a bad thing. We haven't yet been able to attain world peace, but we can achieve perfect cheekbones (at least in the digital world, if not the real world). I realize photoshopped images have often been wrongly used to miscontrue the truth, but sometimes they are simply brightening up humdrum reality.

The pictures of my sugar house may indeed be dreamily photoshopped, but I don't mind. In real life, the little cottage is just as delicious as it is in pictures.

ABC Vote for Me!

Caitlin ran for Junior Class Secretary and won! Pictured above is one of her posters. She had the most fun coming up with her speech and jingle. She thinks she won because she's the only candidate that even had a jingle. Also, her speech was a funny: The Top 10 Reasons You Should Vote for Me. Other candidates waxed poetic about their trustworthiness or quoted Ghandi. Below is a video of Caitlin practicing her speech in our kitchen. Vote for Caitlin!

Walking on Sunshine

Caitlin had her last choral concert of her Sophomore year. The chorus members were allowed to wear summer dresses for this "pop concert" rather than their black, church-going, long dresses. Just the change in fashion seemed to lift their moods. It was very fitting that their last song was a mash-up of the songs Walking on Sunshine and Halo. Caitlin glowed like she had a halo and was walking on sunshine, seriously.

Is anyone out there a Glee fan? I am such a Gleek; it's really pathetic. If you are someone who tapes Glee so you won't miss a minute, then you know what a mash-up is: a blend of two songs. The two songs Caitlin's chorus sang were the same mash-up that was performed on the show. For anyone who has not watched Glee, you really must check it out. Be patient. It's a little like coffee or beer -- you have to acquire a taste for it.

In this video, you'll see Caitlin "rocking out" while the other girls are standing there with blank expressions and hands to their sides. The director told the girls to let loose on this song, but apparently Caitlin was the only one who took this to heart. She is really groovin' while the others look more like wax statues. Watch this video, and you won't be able to get the smile off your face!

Note: I realized that my videos are not posting for some reason. Please come back later to visit this post and see the video! I also just learned (by accident) how to go in and edit my earlier posts. Now I know how to go in and change things or add information instead of posting a comment to my own blog.