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Bella made her second tv appearance on the Sprout Channel on Tuesday morning, during The Sunny Side Up Show's birthday celebrations.




Her card also made it online:

A sneek peek at Bella's party invite, for all her 5-year-old and under pals. We're looking forward to celebrating Bell's 2nd birthday in less than one month!

http://www.cnn.com/2009/TECH/08/20/annoying.facebook.updaters/index.html

Facebook, for better or worse, is like being at a big party with all your friends, family, acquaintances and co-workers.

Facebook can be a great tool, and an occasional annoyance. What kind of Facebooker are you?

There are lots of fun, interesting people you're happy to talk to when they stroll up. Then there are the other people, the ones who make you cringe when you see them coming. This article is about those people.

Sure, Facebook can be a great tool for keeping up with folks who are important to you. Take the status update, the 160-character message that users post in response to the question, "What's on your mind?" An artful, witty or newsy status update is a pleasure -- a real-time, tiny window into a friend's life.

But far more posts read like navel-gazing diary entries, or worse, spam. A recent study categorized 40 percent of Twitter tweets as "pointless babble," and it wouldn't be surprising if updates on Facebook, still a fast-growing social network, break down in a similar way.

Combine dull status updates with shameless self-promoters, "friend-padders" and that friend of a friend who sends you quizzes every day, and Facebook becomes a daily reminder of why some people can get on your nerves.

Here are 12 of the most annoying types of Facebook users:

The Let-Me-Tell-You-Every-Detail-of-My-Day Bore. "I'm waking up." "I had Wheaties for breakfast." "I'm bored at work." "I'm stuck in traffic." You're kidding! How fascinating! No moment is too mundane for some people to broadcast unsolicited to the world. Just because you have 432 Facebook friends doesn't mean we all want to know when you're waiting for the bus.

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I think I've become a wedding tourist. Each Saturday I roam the city to find a new party to crash; Sometimes I go out on Fridays or Sundays too. I sit at tables for 8 or 10 guests and make polite small talk with the people around me. "How do you know the bride/groom?" "Are you from out of town?" I eat a weekly serving of prime rib, salmon, and dry chicken with an assortment of salad and raspberry injected white buttercream wedding cake. On occasion, I sit in on an ethnic wedding of some sort, with whole roast pig or soups of jellyfish. Happy twenty-somethings shuffle along a parquet dance floor to sappy love-you-forever tunes, and daughters sniffle through "I Loved Her First" with their dads. Grooms have more creativity, usually picking something more upbeat and unique for their moms.

I don't belong there; I don't know anybody. But yet I'm there each weekend evening like a weird compulsion. There MUST be a wedding going on somewhere!!

I feel like Marla and Jack from a scene in Fight Club where they discuss self help group attendance:

JACK: We need to talk.
MARLA: Sure.
JACK: I'm on to you. You're a faker. You aren't dying.
MARLA: What?
JACK: You're a tourist. I saw you at melanoma, tuberculosis and testicular cancer. I'll expose you.
MARLA: Go ahead. I'll expose you.
JACK: Why are you doing this?
MARLA: It's cheaper than a movie, and there's free coffee.
JACK: These are my groups. I was here first. I've been coming for a year.
MARLA: Why do you do it?
JACK: I... I don't know. I guess... It becomes an addiction.
MARLA: Really?
JACK: Look, I can't cry with a faker present. We'll split up the week. You can have lymphoma, tuberculosis and --
MARLA: You take tuberculosis. My smoking doesn't go over at all.
JACK: I think testicular cancer should be no contest.
MARLA: Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls.

Bella, as usual, got around town in her little social way this week. Monday, we had to miss dance class this week because of the Ocean Shores trip. Wednesday got nearly the whole McComb family together for dinner, and Bella had a great time picking tomatoes to eat and playing with 2nd cousins Josh and McKenna. They all gathered up for the first photo together (mine wasn't very good).

Saturday Bell spent the whole day with Matt while I shot a Vietnamese wedding. They are always fun and full of merriment. It's especially fun to be sober and watch everyone else get progressively drunk and giddy. With small thin Asians, it doesn't take long. We didn't eat with the guests, so we missed out on the multi-course spread of jellyfish, whole tilapia with head and tail intact, whole crab, pork intestines, etc. Instead, we had cashew chicken and pepper steak and it was goooood. Apparently, I'm a popular dish in Vietnam.

Today (Sunday), I had Bella all day while Matt visited Derreck. We went to Sunset Park to watch planes land, and did some shopping at Target and Albertson's. Bella rode in the giant car-cart for the very first time.

Home again from our trip last weekend to Ocean Shores. The weather prediction had been for 75 and sunny, but we got overcast skies and 50s most of the time. I think we saw the sun peek through once or twice, but I might have imagined it. We ordered a local pizza (not so great), cooked in our hotel room kitchen (mac and cheese) and spent most of our time at one beach or another. Bella had a blast in the sand (sometimes wet mud). If we weren't at the water, Bella was standing at our 3rd floor window oogling the people in the pool, muttering "pool pool pool" to herself. At times she tried pounding on the glass for attention, but to no avail. Eventually we took her down for a dip (two actually) but it was very cold. We pretty-pleased Matt to get us hot chocolate to sip.

I took a horseback riding jaunt for 20 bucks, which was fun when I looked out at the water and thought "I'm riding a horse down a beach on the Pacific, just like in the movies." It was NOT fun, however, the entire ride while my legs and butt ached terribly from the rock hard saddle and up-and-down motion. I don't think I could walk or sit comfortably for almost a week afterwards.

We've officially made it through the snowiest winter and now hottest summer on record in Seattle. Bella, in all her usual enthusiasm, plowed through with a perpetually wet nose and sweat-drenched hair. She tried to ignore the relentless sun, and convince us it was ok to spend all day long outside.

Before it got insanely hot, we visited the zoo and had lunch at Wing Dome. I think we're pretty much ready to accept Bella as our own, since she's proudly shown us her carnivorific skills at eating baby back ribs and now chicken wings too. We ordered teriyaki and parmesan wings, but Bella seemed to enjoy the ranch and bleu cheese dips the most.

The only funny story to take away from the last week of record heat and drought: We (I) decided it was unnecessary to get Bell dressed in a swimsuit to go into her kiddie pool, so she jumped in in bare buns glory. Oh we had a grand ol' time, until Bella had a little "accident" and the party was over (for me, not her). Yuck.

As of Monday the 20th, Bella is officially on her way to becoming a tv star. Yes, we'll begin taking applications for an agent. Take a number, get in line. Everyone's going to be clamoring for a kid who can swing like Isabella McComb.