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Media Whores


What is it with Facebook and other social media?

Is it really just that therapeutic to share your feelings with the world?  Or is it just another addiction like cigarettes or drugs?

I’m beginning to think it’s an addiction that people just can’t stay away from… Not to mention, the media just eats it up.

Source: Blogzworth.com

Source: Blogzworth.com

I read an article online this morning about a man who was hanging Christmas lights for his 4-year-old daughter, and while he was making some adjustments to his “winter wonderland,” he was electrocuted and died.  The article went on to mention how he planned to propose to his girlfriend underneath the very lights he died putting up.  What a heartbreaker, right?

The pictures in the article were pulled from Facebook, so I pulled up this guy’s poor girlfriend’s page to see the outpouring of love and support that neighbors and others were sharing.

What I found, however, shocked me.  I saw that this girl has been consistently posting on Facebook since he died.  She’s shared numerous Pinterest photos and has posted some other things, as well.  Um, excuse me, but if your soon-to-be-fiancé just died, do you think scouring Pinterest is really a good idea?

According to her very own Facebook page, her boyfriend died on December 17th.  Yep, that’s right.  She posted that very night on her wall that her boyfriend had just passed away after falling off a roof while hanging Christmas lights.  Am I the only one who finds that a little insensitive and odd?

Only five days after that, she posts “Rain Rain Go Away!!!”

What the heck?!  Perhaps I’m the odd man out here, but after only five days, I can’t imagine I would even be on Facebook, much less annoyed by the rainy weather.  I would still be devastated – confined to my bed, unable to even get dressed in the mornings.  I would be thankful for my mom and sister taking care of my kids, whom I would be completely unable to take care of by myself that soon after the love-of-my-life had tragically and senselessly died.

Then, the following day, she posts a picture she found on Pinterest talking about true love.  She commented on it, saying, “I was so lucky to find this once… Hopefully I’ll be blessed enough to find it again.”

Say what??!!  When I saw that particular post, I was speechless at her cavalier attitude and mention of finding love in the future.  Again, maybe it’s just me, but I can’t imagine even the thought of looking for love again less than a week after my “soulmate” had died.

As I sat, staring at my computer in disbelief, I came to two conclusions.  Either,

1. Facebook is like crack, and people really can’t stay away from it; or

2. The media just loves an ironic, heartbreaking story.

Maybe this guy had no intention of really proposing this Christmas under his magical lightshow.  After all, they did just meet in the fall, according to the article.  But, of course, the Romeo and Juliet irony is just too amazing to skip past on your newsfeed.  I admit, it was hard not to fall in love with this heartbreaking story the second I read it.

So why didn’t the writer just focus on the man’s daughter, then?  There was no question that he had a daughter whom he loved to death – that much was evident in the pictures he had taken with her.  I wonder if that was because the author was unable to interview her since she’s a minor.  It always sounds better when you can get some good quotes in from a heartbroken lover, right?  In this particular story, the social-media-loving girlfriend was quoted as saying that she would have said “yes” to the man whom she claimed to love so much.

Well, duh… I’m sure you would have.  But since you can’t now, we’ll all just shower you with our sympathies as you continue to post about the weather on Facebook and find some good crafts to try on Pinterest.

Source: Q1 Labs

Source: Q1 Labs

What do you think?  Am I just being an insensitive witch, or do you call bologna on this whole story, too?  I can’t wait to hear your thoughts!

 


Best Friends: A Promise, Not a Label


I graduated from high school 14 years ago.  Yikes!  When I actually see that number, I freak out a little.  Anyway, other than for a few hours during my ten-year high school reunion, I haven’t really seen any of my high school girlfriends. 

Thanks to Facebook and other social media outlets, we all have a generally decent idea of how many kids everyone has, how often they poop, and what they eat for dinner, so there’s really not a major need to schedule complex get-togethers to catch up anymore.  And, let’s face it – Other than for a few select friends, we really don’t give a damn what those people are doing now.  If I hated you in high school, I still probably hate you today.

On rare occasions, however, we may share a special connection with one or two of those old school friends.  That’s been the case for me, and I was reminded of that connection yesterday. 

I got a Facebook message from one of my best girlfriends from high school.  The tone of her message was sad, lonely even, and I noticed that it certainly didn’t correspond with her happy, upbeat public statuses and photos.  I could tell that she was hurting and that she needed to know that she wasn’t alone in what she’s been going through. 

Sadly, she is going through a rough patch in her life, much like the one I went through several years ago.  Having never experienced something like this before, it can be extremely overwhelming to have to deal with on your own.  I was thankful that, despite the pain I went through, I was able to relate to her situation and give her some words of advice and encouragement.

What amazed me more than being able to relate to what she’s going through, however, was the fact that even though we haven’t seen each other in years and don’t communicate much other than through Facebook, we were able to relate and communicate like we were best friends again.  I felt a connection to her that no amount of years of growing up could destroy.  For the several minutes we relayed messages back and forth, we were high school best friends again. 

Women amaze me.  My girlfriends amaze me.  Any amount of time can pass, even with little to no interaction between us, and yet we can pick up right where we left off.  We can provide strength for each other in such an amazing way, that superfluous words aren’t even needed.  We don’t need to apologize for having been crappy friends and losing contact.  We don’t need the formalities or pleasantries.  We can just TALK and SHARE and VENT!  The understanding between women is a bond that will never be broken, regardless of the number of years that have passed or the beat-downs that life has put on us.  Friendships (and I mean the genuine ones) between women are unbreakable. 

I am so thankful that I was able to connect with this particular girlfriend after so many years, and it was like we had just talked the day before.  I have a handful of high school girlfriends whom I feel like I could do this with, and I’m forever grateful for them.  They have been blessings to me, and I hope that one day I can return the favor to each of them.  I love you, ladies.


“The most awesome thing about being awesome is the aura of awesomeness around you which makes you feel more awesome.” ~Kaushal Rupani


I’m so thankful to frustratedreader for nominating me for the Liebster Award because now I don’t have to think of something to blog about today.

This award is given to bloggers with less than 200 followers, who then share their favorite bloggers with their viewers.  Unfortunately, I still have less than 200 followers, but maybe by the next time someone wants to nominate me, they won’t be able to because I’ll be way over 200 by that point.  Yeah.  That sounds about right.

The rules for this award are:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you for the Liebster Award, and link back to his or her blog.

2. Answer the 11 questions that your nominator asks you.

3. Post 11 random facts about yourself.

4. Nominate 11 bloggers of your own, with under 200 followers, whom you think are as awesome as you.

5. Create 11 questions for your nominees.

6. And finally… Display the Liebster Award logo on your page.

I’ll start with my answers to “Fusterated’s” questions.  (I love this happy accident, by the way.)

1. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being the highest) how much do you enjoy blogging?  Ten, without a doubt.  Blogging is better therapy than anything I know of.  And it’s introduced me to other amazingly abnormal people who are much like myself.

2. How do you choose which blogs to follow?  I always look to see who my favorite bloggers are following.  Their taste in bloggers is pretty impressive.  I also read other bloggers’ comments – they tell me a lot about their personalities.

3. Do you prefer green or blue in general?  Blue.  It’s actually one of my favorite colors.

4. Do you believe in soul mates, why or why not?  I don’t.  Every time I think I’ve met him, I’m proven horribly wrong.  As I’ve shared before, it amazes that a person as intelligent as myself can have such bad judgment!

Source: someecards

Source: someecards

5. If you could travel anywhere, all expenses paid, where would you go and why?  To St. Croix.  Who ever said Disney was the greatest place on Earth?

6. Would you rather live by a body of water or on the Plains?  WATER!!!  I’m a beach bum and could never live anywhere that’s not near the beach.  Be jealous, Don.  Be very jealous.

7. Why did you choose WordPress?  Haha.  It was the first blogging site that popped up in my Google search.  I knew NOTHING about blogging.  Nothing.  I’m glad The Google did, though.

8. Are there aliens?  Yes.  And they steal socks from my dryer.

Source: Leanne Wildermuth

Source: Leanne Wildermuth

9. Do you believe in a higher power?  I do.  I’m a very unapologetic Christian.

Source: someecards

Source: someecards

10. Do you expect to blog for the rest of your life or is it until you get super burned out?  I plan to blog until my smart phone becomes smarter than I am, and I can no longer figure out how to use it.  I can’t imagine ever getting burned out.  If I stop blogging, I’m likely to kill someone…

Now it’s time for 11 random facts about myself.  You all already know I’m kind of crazy, so I’ll skip that one.

1. I’m addicted to those ridiculous ghost story shows.  They’re like a train wreck that I can’t look away from.

2. When someone adds me as a Facebook friend, I stalk them look through all of their photo albums.  Just to make sure I know who I’m becoming friends with, of course.

Source: Leaky Squid

Source: Leaky Squid

3. I hate peanut butter.  But Nutella is an entirely different story.

4. I can’t whistle.  Not even a little.  It just sounds like I’m trying to blow out birthday candles.

5. I love love love long-sleeved t-shirts.

6. I played the trumpet in middle school.  (No band nerd jokes allowed…)

7. I ran track in high school.  (Thus, the reason I now have amazing legs.  Just saying.)

8. You make me feel like I’ve been locked out of heaven.

9. My favorite TV show is Sons of Anarchy.  And Jax is my boyfriend.

10. I love graphic novels.  (They’re not comic books, you a**hole!)

11. I will only drive a Ford.

My nominees for the Liebster Award:

1. The Girl Who Blogs – I love everything about Kaela.  Seriously, there’s not a post she’s written that I haven’t loved.

2. RePrEsSeD ExPrEsSiOnS – She’s always so positive, and I love that she takes the time to recommend her favorite bloggers based on your interests.

3. journey FULL OF LIFE – Little Braxton is a miracle, and Vanessa does an amazing job parenting a child with special needs.  She’s an inspiration to all parents.

4. Dad, it’s OK! – I can’t wait to watch as his little family grows and to hear all about his upcoming adventures and changes.  The only thing I don’t like is the fact that he’s a Puppy Dawg fan.  Arden, I bet you love him already!

5. Andrea’s Metamorphercise – She runs and runs and runs some more.  It’s amazes me.

6. bringing words to life – He’s a self-published poet.  I couldn’t write poetry if I tried.  He was also in the Royal Navy.  That’s pretty badass.

7. Fierce but Cute – Dog pictures… what’s not to love?

8. hippie cahier – She’s a former English teacher, so that automatically makes her cool.  She’s also reached the point in her life that she’s not a raging ball of irritation like I am.  I hope I can reach that point some day.

9. Koke’s Journal – Filet mignon and brownies?  Yes, please.

10. Life Happens – Her favorite food is watermelon.  Mine too.  Yu-uu-umy!!!

11. The She Chronicles – She’s brutally transparent.  I love that.

And now, for your questions:

1. What’s your favorite animal?

2. What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?

3. Favorite song lyrics?

4. What’s your favorite game show of all time?

5. East coast or West coast?

6. What’s your favorite website?

7. Thunderstorms: love them or hate them?

8. Do you remember your dreams?

9. What was your first car?

10. How do you like your eggs?

11. What are you scared of?

Thank you again, frustratedreader.  You’re the best!

Source: Amazon

Source: Amazon


“I have a social life. But I don’t discuss it.” ~Ed Koch


No, I really don’t have a social life… But it wasn’t until a fellow amazing blogger called me out on my lack of one yesterday that I realized how pathetic my social life really is.  Yes… that’s right.  He told me that Facebook, Twitter, and WordPress don’t count as social life outlets.  What?!  Well, crap.  Where does that leave me???

Source: Zoot Patrol

Source: Zoot Patrol

I’m only 31 [gasp – did I say “only”?], and I have two kids.  In case you didn’t know, a lot of 31-year-olds haven’t even started making babies yet.  At least not many I know.  In fact, several of my girlfriends are still in their late 20s [bitches…] and have had enough sense to remain unwed and childless – at least for now.  That part of them that itches for children lives vicariously through me and my never-ending monster kid stories.  I’m free, non-prescription birth-control!

Source: Dump a Day

Source: Dump a Day

Happy hour for me isn’t the usual 4-6.  It’s 9:30.  Why?  Because 9:30 is bedtime!  Woohoo!

Source: someecards

Source: someecards

And a night out for me isn’t the normal dancing on in a bar.  It’s grocery shopping in Walmart in peace and quiet with no kids.

Date night for me doesn’t usually consist of a romantic dinner and a movie.  It’s delivery pizza with one kid while the other is at a friend’s house.  (Only having one kid at a time guarantees me at least an hour of respect and maybe even a hug and, therefore, qualifies as a date.)

Source: My Name's Not Mommy

Source: My Name’s Not Mommy

Excitement for me isn’t some random guy asking for my phone number.  It’s getting to pee without a kid trying to bang down the door in a desperate attempt to tattle on the other one first.

Source: Laugh Lines

Source: Laugh Lines

A new release to me isn’t the latest movie in the theaters.  Nope.  It’s the TV version of the movie that everyone (except me) saw in the theater five years ago.

Source: Tumblr

Source: Tumblr

To me, vacation isn’t going away to Disney World or some remote island destination.  For me, it’s not having to do twenty loads of laundry in a week because the kids are spending a few days at their grandparents.

Source: The Meta Picture

Source: The Meta Picture

Social networking to me isn’t meeting up with old friends for a drink.  It’s Facebook stalking all my old high school friends and perusing through hundreds of photos of them enjoying their social lives.

Source: SocialDon

Source: SocialDon

Free time for me isn’t spent in a gym working on my abs.  It’s washing my hair.  And maybe even brushing it!

Source: someecards

Source: someecards

“Mom,” to me, isn’t only what I call the woman who gave birth to me.  It’s my first name.

Source: My Tee Spot

Source: My Tee Spot

For me, makeup doesn’t consist of lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, and blush.  It consists of only the concealer used to cover up my dark under-eye circles.

Source: someecards

Source: someecards

For me, relaxing doesn’t mean spending a day at the spa getting a message.  It means blogging… Lucky you!

Moses said I should “get out” more.  Maybe he meant “blog” more while you’re stuck at home with your kids and all your friends are out having fun.  Yes.  I’m quite certain that’s what he meant.  Stupid autocorrect.

Source: someecards

Source: someecards


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