Month: August 2011

On why i dont have my best friends on facebook

In a world that seems to have accepted Facebook as its leader, I feel like I have to explain myself on this one. Because no, I don’t “have” my best friends on FB. Very consciously so, because that site makes you lazy.

If it’s a good friend’s birthday, I want to pick up the phone and actually call them to say congratulations – or better yet, go over there. If someone lands a job, a good grade or accomplishes anything that they’re proud of, I want to be proud of them too, instead of hitting the like button and be done with it.

Who of you has ever had this conversation?

Me: Guess what happened to me?
Other person: You’ve [insert random something here]. I saw it on Facebook!

… It just takes the surprise out of life.

At least for me. I’m not saying that it’s the same for everyone, or that my way is right and others are wrong. It’s just that, for me, this works.

Also, FB makes me paranoid. If I ask someone a question, and a few moments later there’s a status update from said someone saying something like “Gawd some people are dumb”, I immediately start to wonder if it is me that they are referring too. I don’t ever want to wonder about that with my friends.

That said, I do have my boyfriend on there. In part because he added me way before we were a couple. I don’t think we were even talking on a regular basis at that point. And now that we are, I fear that if I would “defriend” him, people would tumble all over me wanting to know what happened with me and James.

Which makes me wonder… Do you have your own Facebook “rules”?

Blessed

Last night, when I was lying in bed watching Air Crash Investigation on National Geographic (one of my many guilty pleasures), I had a rather sudden epiphany. Want to know what it was? Well, it was this:

My life is pretty awesome.

I don’t know why this came to me while watching airplanes fall out of the sky, because I wasn’t thinking “Dear God. Thank goodness that is not me.” Nevertheless, it did. And for a moment I just lay there smiling, summing up all the great aspects of my life in my head.

That is, until my dog poked her nose in my eye and I was focussed on that for a second or two.

But the truth remains the same. I have a wonderful family which, albeit being small, feels like a warm blanket. And then there’s this beautiful guy who loves being a part of it. School is going well, I’m studying what I love. I have friends I can trust and confide in. I’m doing good health-wise. I have this dog that shows me nothing but love (in her own weird little way) and two cats that curl up next to me when I watch TV (unless when the dog wants to be in that exact spot and lies down on top of them). My days are full, and I am content.

Now tell me, How do you feel about your life?

home is where your groceries won’t bankrupt you

Forgive me Blogland, for I have sinned. It’s been I don’t even know since my last post. Then again, I had other things to occupy my time with and I still make it a rule to live my life offline, not on it. That, and being in America was confusing to me in more ways than one. Some of my experiences threw me off kilter in ways I never held possible. Some positive, others negative – but all real. I’m thankful for all of them; I think they gave me an opportunity to learn more about myself and what I want out of life. Part of me really believes that sometimes you need to be completely cut off from your normal life to rediscover yourself, and what other people mean to you. I did… and I’m grateful.

That said; MAN are the groceries expensive in America! No wonder everyone is broke. Even with the Euro to Dollar currency advantage that I had, I spent more on groceries there than I ever have in any other country. On top of that, even the ‘fresh’ products didn’t taste very fresh either – at least to me. Maybe the Netherlands have spoiled me vegetable-wise, I don’t know. All I can say is that food-wise I’m very glad to be back home.

…And I took someone with me! No, unfortunately not James… But meet our dog!

Ginny

Cute, no? Her name is Ginny, and she’s a 27-week-old “Sheprador”. No, I didn’t know that was a word either. But apparently these Labrador Retriever and Australian Shepherd mixes are fairly popular these days. I wouldn’t know, though, I picked her for her personality. We adopted her from the San Antonio Humane Society, and dropped close to 700 Dollars on veterinarian bills since July 10th. On top of the vaccinations she needed to be treated for Giardia (a parasite) and Demodex (a mite). She still has the Demodex, which resulted in bald spots on her nose and legs, but I’ve been told it’s a slow process, and I’ll see her through it even if it costs me ten years and 700 bucks more. We love her all the same . She’s doing much better in semi-cold and windy Holland than she did in boiling Texas, and enjoys running in place while I hold her back on the leash with all my weight. We start Doggy School September 6th

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