You know so many people speak of the negative things of Facebook. Some people haven't joined because (and I quote) "I didn't like the people back in high school. Why would I want to reconnect with them now?" Though said person that said that has now joined Facebook, however still says it is lame. Oh but I must teach her the ways that Facebook can be her friend.
Yes, there are people I am friends with that I probably didn't really like in high school. But you know what? We aren't in high school anymore and for the most part these people have matured (as have I) and I have actually created some great new friendships with these people.
Wanna know what else Facebook is great for? Getting advice, support and getting rid of things! Goodbye craigslist! Hello Facebook! Here is an example of that...Chad had a craigslist post to get rid of our hot tub. Oh sure, he got a few bites but nothing that was working out. So I posted my frustration on Facebook and one of my friends was like "I want it!"
There are numerous times where I am just frustrated with life, frustrated with my kid and it is SO nice to know that my fellow Facebook friends deal with the same issues I do and sometimes have great advice that I never even knew of or had thought about.
So yes, some people abuse Facebook. I mean I don't really need to know your every move throughout the day, and I don't really care to hear your negative thoughts. But Facebook is my friend. Let him (or her??) be yours as well!
Monday, March 19, 2012
Okay, Okay I know that I have probably changed...a bit! But I am happy to say that I am still the same weight I was in high school. No seriously...that is what my drivers license says and those don't lie! Oh sure, when I renew my license they have asked if anything needs to be updated but really, it's just a pound or two difference, why hassle with it!
So who has the most gray hair? Has put on the most weight? Looks older than they really are? Has gone bald? And in some cases were those the people that thought they were all that? Don't you wish you could go back in time and wipe that cocky smile off their face and go "Dude, here is what you are going to look like in 20 yrs".
Do you ever feel that you cursed yourself when you were younger? My mom believes she cursed herself by always bragging as a kid how she was so skinny that her stomach actually was concave. Life played a cruel trick on her and turned that concave belly into a little spare tire.
Thanks to my friend Ms. Clairol I do not have any gray hairs, and aren't muffin tops/spare tires the in thing now??
Things do get better with age. Oh sure, my tummy is a bit fuller than it was almost 20 years ago, but let's recall the hair styles and fashions back then. I would like to think that I have wised up, toned down the hair and know how to dress better.
I have seen this one quote/saying many times - probably on Facebook but I think it is very fitting for this post.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming "WOO HOO, What a Ride!"
And with that, I think I will go eat a cookie and maybe pull that one gray hair out!
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Maybe it is because I remember those grade school crushes, the fun of liking a boy, finding out if he likes you back, just seeing him at school. Oh the memories!! I think another part of it, is that I get to live vicariously through Shelby.
Don't get me wrong, I love Chad and all but being married almost 12 years you don't always get to enjoy those feelings you get with a crush. Oh sure...sometimes I am excited to pass him in the front hallway but mostly it is because I need him to take the trash out for me or need his help for something else. And I know he likes me so no real excitement or heart palpitations when finding out my crush likes me too.
So anyway, this got me to thinking about my grade school crushes. There was the boy with the big ears in preschool (okay, technically not grade school - so sue me) who would play house with me, or the boy in 1st grade who I am pretty sure liked the other girl named Stephanie in my class. The one I remember though had to have been in 5th grade. Oh that was the year! Sad that my school age excitement peaked in 5th grade.
Anyway, his name was...oh wait...let's not go there! We will just call him Bob (I really hope there was no Bob in 5th grade with me who will think "Oh I always knew she had a crush on me!"). So anyway, Bob was a cu-tee!! I remember our desks were close to each other and he would talk to me, acknowledge projects I was working on, whisper my name so that I would look around and then we would laugh (surprised we never got in trouble for that from our teacher and have her call us out in front of the whole class for talking/whispering!).
Oh but the best time of all was out on the playground. My friends and I were being chased by a group of boys and yes, Bob was one of those boys! I obviously didn't try to run too hard because I recall several times that Bob would catch up to me and pitch me. And you know what they always say "If a boy teases/hits you it means he likes you"
Oh but then my pre-teen girl longings got popped like a balloon. I found out he liked another classmate. OH I WAS CRUSHED! There was just no way to get passed this. How was I ever going to survive? Life was just SOOO cruel!
Oh but this story has a somewhat happy ending. So fast forward to the last day of school. I remember a bunch of boys had been hanging out in the corner. One of the boys came over and tell's me "Bob likes you!" I don't recall how I reacted though I was doing little cheerleading jumps and cheers in my head. All I do remember is my friend taking our classmate aside and telling him something. Maybe it was that I liked Bob as well. Who knows. That summer involved a few silly phone calls (where my friend mostly did the talking), a trip or two on our bikes to the junior high where I never talked to Bob.
In the end, 6th grade started and Bob was in a different class. And let's just say his response to me on the first day of school wasn't the best. And so began a year long crush on a new boy.
I know Shelby will suffer through heartbreak, and will probably break several hearts of her own. I know she will not want me that involved and I will have to remember to try to stay out of her business. But it is fun to see the beginnings of young love blossoming!