I write. I write a lot. Um, well, that’s not true. Well, it is if you count “copying and pasting” a whole bunch of stuff and then writing a short comment about what you just pasted.
Not buying it?
Can’t say I blame you.
Where have I been? Uh, playingonfacebook. ahem.
What?! It’s addictive.
Yes, I know that addictions are bad, bad things. That doesn’t stop someone who is 20 pounds overweight from eating a really rich chocolate chip cookie, though. (I’m talking about me. I’m not pointing fingers.)
(Psst, I have found THE absolute bestest chocolate chip cookie recipe! Squee!)
Anyway, where was I? Ohhhhh! Facebook. Yeah, that’s right.
(No, I’m not going to tell you about the recipe. It has now become my own personal secret. I plan on continue making them only so people will invite me to their parties just so I will bring them.)
I love Facebook. I crave Facebook. Mark Zuckerberg was not thinking of some white, middle class, stay at home mom when he invented this new demon. Nope! No sirree! Yet, oh, how wonderful it is for people just like me.
I have friends all over the country. I even have a friend in Canada. (Hi, Lynnette!) We live in different time zones, have different schedules, don’t have gobs of money to go jetting all over the place to see each other, and yada yada. You get the point. But with Facebook we chat all the time. I do mean, all.the.time. We can show each other pictures of our babies doing fun things. We can show pictures of our latest crafts. Don’t forget the pictures of the latest excursion! Our friends dutifully “ooh” and “aah” appropriately as if they were right there with me. They can sit in their most comfortable chair, sipping on their favorite beverage from their favorite container, and read my page when it is most convenient for them without any worry of disturbing me or taking me away from something else I need to be doing.
(Mental Note: Must warn my teen-aged boys that I called them “babies” online again. Must make another batch of chocolate chip cookies to calm them down.)
I mustn’t forget how we uplift each other in prayer. All of us have times that totally, completely suck. Times when we want to look up at the vast sky and, like Job did before us, ask “What the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks are you thinking anyway putting me through this newest nonsense?!” That’s when we can reach out to our friends and ask, ever so politely and demurely, “Hey, can you say a prayer for me because I really need it right now?” Your friends will be all over that post. Basically, because they know that if I am asking for help there will be one day when they will need me to do the exact same thing for them. I really like that about my friends. Even if we are separated by time and distance we can still “be there” for each other.
That isn’t all that Facebook is good for though. It’s like a diamond, it’s multi-faceted. You can hold it up to the light and watch the light sparkle and dance no matter how you hold it. Oh, wait, that’s my mother’s engagement ring. Hmm, multi-faceted which leads to many things which leads to… Oh! Yes! Well, for instance, here is what I managed to post just this very morning.
1) I wished two friends a “Happy Birthday”! Remembering important dates is not my thing. In fact, I hate to admit this, but my husband is the one who reminds me that our wedding anniversary is coming up. Please don’t take away my Big Girl Panties. I do use them for other things, I promise! Facebook allows me to “remember” my friends’ birthdays and I love them for that. I do. I really, truly do.
2) I thanked the members of my Christian ADHD homeschoolers group (yep, there is an online group for e.ve.ry.body) for being there for me during my darkest hours while trying to learn how to not only teach my son but also how to train him in the way that he should, should, I said should, go. If it wasn’t for this group of moms, and one grandfather, I would have gone insane. Well, OK, I did go insane a few times. But, by gosh golly, these people were there to drag my sorry patookis back up from the precipice.
3) This picture of a bea-u-ti-ful private library. I commented: I don’t trust people who don’t display all their books. (I’m not talking the books the kids read either.) The saddest thing about moving from OH to IN and then IN to CA was leaving behind all my beautiful books. Scott (that’s my husband) and I find “dream homes” online to motivate us to keep on keeping on. All of them have huge libraries, it’s an absolute “must have”. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=385145364868284&set=a.117833641599459.10100.100001184704693&type=1&theater
4) I like how “The Better Mom” writes. She posted this blog this morning. I was “Amen-ing” the whole way through this latest entry. http://www.thebettermom.com/2012/06/top-10-ways-i-refill-my-mommy-tank/
5) I live in Riverside County, CA. This part of the country started the whole “orange juice” craze and a lot of people made a lot of money growing oranges here. This is a link to the Riverside Metropolitan Museum. I’m a history buff and I do believe I will be spending a lot of time here. Yep, I can feel it in my bones. http://riversideca.gov/museum/heritagehouse/
There’s way more that I post but this will whet your appetite. I have eclectic tastes. I’ve made alot of my page public just so you can come on over and see how much fun I’m having. Oh! I know! I can post these stuff to my Pinterest board!
Ohhh, Pinterest, how I do love thee…
Have a fantabulous day!