1. If you comment on my blog as a newbie, Welcome! I did notice. I just didn't comment on it. My apologies. Please return, regardless of my rudeness!
2. If you wrote something thought provoking or asked me questions, I promise I thought about it! And I may have even attempted to answer the questions. Maybe. But I read it, I promise!
3. I've been blogging for a very long time. Maybe the newness of it has worn off.
I have a head cold. I'm praying it is gone before Thursday. Thursday, dear reader, is the day I drive all by myself with all of the children to San Francisco for Brandon's graduation!
*Cue the choir of angels
Once again I've been thinking about deleting my Facebook account. This goes along with another though I had: The Lost Art of Letter Writing.
Seriously. Who writes hand-written letters anymore? Anyone? Anyone? I remember when I was a teenager, I wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote --by hand. I had several pen pals, and when my best friend went to college and then on a mission, I wrote him every week. Another friend, who was like a sister to me, she wrote me from college, too. I swear, I wrote to a dozen missionaries as well. Letter writing was fun! Who doesn't like to get mail?
My girls have some pen pals, but some of them just want to email. That's okay, but! What about writing by hand?
I don't know. What do you think?
Oh, yeah. The Facebook thing. So, I've been thinking about deleting my account for a number of reasons:
1. People I would never have seen or spoken to for the rest of my life now have access to all of my private thoughts, as well as info about me and pictures of my children.
2. The assumption that being friends on FB is the same as being friends in real life.
3. Another channel for debate.
Reasons for keeping it:
1. Quick access to people.
2. Quick communication with people.
Are you on FB? Do you hate it? Love it? Thought about deleting it?
My buddy Becca is in a competition to have her garage made-over! Go here and vote for #57. Seriously, just go!
I really liked what SilverRain said about the whole Osama death thing. Go here and read about it.
More thoughts on Osama's death:
1. Obama took too much credit, frankly. Signing a piece of paper isn't the same as spending 10 years looking for him or pulling the trigger.
2. The retaliation scares me a lot, dear reader. We might be rejoicing as a country now, but bragging about killing Osama is NOT going to help us.
Bythelbs said it best when she said she was feeling more relief than rejoicing. Seriously, when a country starts rejoicing over death of people, than we've started to become like the very people who are trying to kill us.
Tonight is Makeover week on The Biggest Loser! I can't wait. I actually have had a make-over week myself, you know. Yesterday I got the hair done (highlighted and cut), the eyebrows done (good-bye forest!), and tomorrow I'm going to get my nails done --for the first time EVER! Well, I mean, the first time I ever get the acrylic ones done. I'm keeping them short and simple (piano playing and all), but I'm excited to try it. If I hate it? Won't do it again. But I figured I could live a little, what with Brandon graduating and all. Why not, eh?
But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
~Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life, 1859
(Ceramic tile by Lucy Boyd Beck)