When I talked with my Daddy three years ago about Facebook and the idea of me signing up, he shared his words of wisdom: “As long as you make it work for you, and you don’t work for it, I think it could be all right.”
I’ve tried. There have been times, I will admit, when I have let it lead me astray from what I should be doing. But most of the time, I handle it pretty well. And I am thankful for it.
We have friends all over the world we are able to keep up with, watch their children grow, and celebrate milestones with because of Facebook.
I saw a picture of my writer friend with the “hot off the presses” first copies of her latest book, all the way across the country from me. That was awesome.
I keep up with my nephews who are growing up way too fast further up the East Coast. The oldest wants this for this birthday. An “heirloom quality” stuffed dragon for $13000.00. Only it’s not Amazon Prime eligible, so that’s a no. Among other reasons. Ahem. My point is that I found out he wanted this because of Facebook. And my brother and I had lots of laughs over this one. (The reviews alone are worth clicking over and checking it out.) I’m thankful for staying connected.
I also am inspired by thoughts shared by Bob Goff, Frederick Buechner, Matthew Paul Turner, Hugh Hollowell, David LaMotte, and Thom Shuman, among many others. If you love beautiful poetry, you should follow Mr. Shuman–what a gift he has. I love the art and thoughts shared by Brian Andreas of StoryPeople. He never fails to make me laugh or cry each day–and sometimes it’s both.
There are funny memes and great pictures to share with others on Facebook. I can share my stories and special moments there. Friends share their favorite blog posts and very often, their own, which I look forward to catching up on in the next week or so. *sigh* So much to read, so little time.
If it weren’t for Facebook, I might never have heard of ABAN or Love Wins or Love 146 or Trade as One. I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the great things they are doing. Places like Bare Bulb Coffee and The Book Exchange in Marietta let folks know about the special events they have going on through Facebook. Love it. And I love the sharing of ideas among the different communities–ones for homeschool parents and another for spouses of military members and yet another for posting things to sell. You name it, and more than likely there’s a group page on Facebook for it.
A wealth of information, right?
I mean, without Facebook, I wouldn’t have seen one of the most precious things ever–little Ella Mae singing one of my favorite songs ever–the American Trilogy by Elvis. Y’all it’s worth the five minutes to watch. She and I have so much in common. We both love Elvis, belt out that song when we hear it, and adore our Daddies. (She’s a far better singer though.)
Oh my land. How adorable is that?
It’s almost enough to make me overlook the game requests I get. (I just don’t have time y’all, and besides, I have an addictive personality–I just cannot get started playing one of those games. I really wouldn’t get anything at all done then. So no offense, but yeah. No thank you.) And the folks who vaguebook. You know, mention something but not with specifics, leaving the rest of us to wonder, “Huh?” I won’t say I’ve never done it, but I will apologize for the times I have. I know. I’m sorry.
However, there is one thing that I just cannot take anymore from Facebook. The video that has been shared over and over and over. I never watched it before because, well, in the words of Bubba, my wise brother, “It’s never that serious.”
But tonight I did. I decided if I’m going to write about it, I’d best do my research. And well, yeah. There’s four minutes of my life I’ll never get back.
Fitted sheets were NOT made to be folded, my friends. Don’t stress yourself out over it. Just wad it up and tuck it in the back of your linen closet or a drawer, or take it and the top sheet and stuff them in the matching pillowcase until you need them. I think I saw that one on Pinterest.
Ahhhh, Pinterest. ❤
But that’s a story for another night.
Wishing you things that work for you rather than the other way around, including those blasted fitted sheets. (And if you’re one that can fold them neatly–hey, I’m impressed.)
Love to all.