Facebook

So I was added as a friend on Facebook, and I thought... Huh, whatever that means.
I’m not a try this new internet thing kind of girl.

When my friends and family started blogging, I thought... what an odd thing to do!
Why would anyone want to do that.... and now I do that. Well occasionally.
Okay I try to any way.

So then I was added as a friend on Facebook, and I ignored it.
Then another person added me as a friend on Facebook, and I thought...what the heck is that?

Know what it is?

It is a time sucker.
It is a nifty little place where everyone you’ve ever known has signed up and posted pictures.

They can send you messages, you can send them messages, you can post pictures, look at their pictures, look for people you haven’t seen in a long time, or add people you saw last week.

It’s a little place that sends me an email every time someone I know, or used to know posts a message, or a picture, or even breathes.
Then, I check that message, I check it and I look at the pictures and look for new friends, and old friend’ts and post pictures and and and.....

What time is it? How did I use my entire lunch time to look on Facebook?

Is that a new message? Who is that from, oh I haven’t heard from them in Years! I should reply right away, before I forget, oh they wrote back right away, I should check out their page, oh look at all those pictures....

So to my friends who added me as a friend on Facebook....

What did I ever do to you?

The Closet

Recently I noticed that after I do laundry, I tend to leave all the clean laundry in the basket and live out of there for the next week. Why is this? I wondered as I stared at our overflowing closet. Clothes are hanging and shoved in every nook and cranny. I occasionally pull something out, try it on, and decide it either: doesn’t fit; doesn’t look good; or is too full of holes to continue being worn. Then, like the intelligent woman that I am, I carefully fold the item into a large and nearly unidentifiable ball, and then shove it BACK in my closet.
I know! I amaze even me!

Well this Sunday I put my foot down. NO MORE! I cried. I’m tired of - that pair of overalls that used to look so cute but now don’t fit although even if they did you shouldn’t wear them because they are definitely not in style - staring back at me from the last spot I shoved them while I thought to myself “why do I still own these?”. NO MORE!

I pulled everything out of my closet. I mean EVERYTHING. The overalls, the jeans that I never should have bought, those shorts I really wanted to fit 4 years ago, the shirt that I can only wear at home cause its really ugly but really comfy that I never wear, the skirt that I can’t remember buying but I know it had to be only…7 years ago?
Everything. I went through it all. If it wasn’t in my most recent rotation I tried it on, talked myself out of it, and tossed it aside. If my husband hadn’t worn it since we’ve been married and he didn’t make a case for it, out it went.

Hours… It took me hours to complete! And at the end I was left with a very neat, still too full closet and two gigantic garbage bags (the lawn kind) full of clothes. I tied them up, and breathed a sigh of relief.

“What are you doing with all the clothes then?” my husband asked.

“Taking them to the salvation army or the value village drop off bins” I replied.

And then he took them.

What???

I didn’t get to age them! I didn’t get to have the bags in the other room while I got used to those things not being in my closet!

I didn’t get to figure out if I had accidentally thrown something in there that indeed, I was wearing I just forgot because it had been buried.

I didn’t get to slowly pull things back out because even though I’ll never wear them I have some strange guilt / sentimental attachment to them.

Gone!

So............. Anyone wanna go Shoppin?