My (newest) Addiction…

I’m about to embarrass myself. Again.

Several months back, I stumbled upon Pinterest. Though I try (hard) to limit myself, I cannot resist wandering to this site several times a day.

What is Pinterest?

I’ve also heard Pinterest called “Fantasy Football for Women.”

Daughter makes fun of me for my addiction. But then Son, Daughter, Family and Friends make fun of me for nearly everything I do and say, anyway. Without me, they would have no entertainment.

Some tidbits from my ‘FUNNY’ category…

Dedicated to Darling Daughter…

Anybody who knows Daughter understands that it isn’t ONLY a problem for Daughter. It is a PROBLEM for everybody in the house when there is a spider ‘sighting’ and said spider disappears. (The lucky ones live elsewhere…) Son and I CANNOT LEAVE.

I have thought (hard) about buying letter stencils and fabric paint to create this. Not for anybody specific (everybody is welcome at my house). It just makes me laugh…

 

 

 

 

    HARD TRUTHS? Probably…

I scan Facebook most days. This blog posts to it automatically–and so I connect with many readers with the ‘good book.’

However, I cannot understand why people post some of the things they post…especially the negative thoughts. To me, it is cowardly. Why not speak face to face with those who anger you? Hurt your feelings? That way, both parties can share their feelings, maybe understand each other better and find a SOLUTION. Also, why put personal ‘business’ out there for public consumption?

Really, this is a good rule.

Though being impulsive is being human. And we are all guilty of saying and doing stupid things now and again. Just no way around it. And social media tools make it easier to do and say things we later regret!!

And this weeks favorite. Has me re-thinking the daily walks on the beach. Maybe I should go back to hiking in the woods???

Hmmmm….must think about this!!

Why do I enjoy Pinterest so much?

Because it makes me laugh. The more serious quotes make me think. I’ve found some fantastic recipes, creative ideas. Hairstyles. Clothing. Home Decor. Shiny Objects, or jewelry. I have a page where I pin my eBay listings, items for sale. I pin blogs and websites I want to go back and read. (‘Double Takes’ category)

The best part is that it gives me a place to organize photos, insights, quotes, inspiring words, pictures, furniture, crafts and more–Anything that I want to reference at a later date.

It’s where I go for a bit of inspiration, and often for a laugh.

If you haven’t checked it out, consider doing so. You’ll thank me. (Maybe)

The more people who are ‘addicted,’ the better I can feel about my latest habit…

Amy Lauria on Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/amylauria/

Special Note: I tried to properly link photos to credit the source websites. Hopefully I was successful. Do let me know if I need to correct a link/photo.

My LOVE – HATE Relationship with Facebook

At what point are our personal lives personal?

A couple of weeks ago, I hopped out of bed and walked into my bedroom door. Hard. The impact of my forehead and nose smashing into the door woke both of my kids up.

“Mom…what was that?” my daughters panicked voice…

“My FACE” I said, gasping for breath through my laughter…then “Who closed my bedroom door?”

Oh that was me I was up late doing homework and jumped into the shower and I didn’t want to wake you up so I shut your doorI’M SO SORRY!” my daughter.

“Whaaa waassss thaaaa?”  Mumbled my son, followed by more unintelligible nonsense before he rolled over and was back asleep.

My day started with a bang.

Did I post this on Facebook? Absolutely not.

Of course, I caught my daughter snickering several times before she left for school—at least she didn’t laugh in my (rather sore) face.

Bad enough that she went to school and told her entire French class—and many others. There are those that say she walked into school still giggling—and that she was laughing so hard as to be crying while relaying the story to the French class. Small town. Everybody knows me.

Heck, maybe I should have posted?

This whole ‘privacy’ thing goes back to elementary school. My mom insisted that grades were personal. When report cards were handed out, I was to bring mine straight home. No sharing with other students. You might think me a poor student. But most of those grades were A’s. In my family, grades were considered personal information. And because I made good grades, my mother would have considered it bragging—which to her was bad form.

Follow me for a minute…

Does ANYBODY go on Facebook to say they got a Rockin’ good deal on a pair of shoes at their local thrift store? Or that they spent the morning balancing a checkbook—and that they can’t cover their bills? How about to say that they got an appalling review at work? Or that their teenager is grounded for turning up incapacitated?

Or do they post that they were just at the Apple store getting a new iphone? Or maybe they just came back from a fantastic vacation—bikini shots included. There are pictures of children posed in fabulous houses. Life is all “Barbie and Ken” head to the Bahamas…

I cannot leave out my personal favorite: “Thank you so much (fill in the blank) for being the most wonderful  (husband/wife/girlfriend/child…) I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!” When did we stop walking from the kitchen into the living room to share these sentiments directly??

Maybe I don’t get it.

It seems to me that many people are boasting. A lot. And sharing mainly “Good News” or tidbits they believe might elevate others perception of the seemingly Perfect life they are documenting on Facebook.

Probably, I don’t understand because I am rarely on Facebook. I’m the person who gets the Evite AFTER the event has passed. The one who reads the birthday wishes nearly two months after my birthday. This might be why I have so few (less than 100) friends—when others have hundreds, even thousands…

Yet every time I decide I am done with Facebook, I login to find that a childhood friend has just gotten married, or welcomed a new baby—complete with pictures. And I go back to the happy memories of good times spent with that person. And I melt a little. I’m sincerely thrilled for them.

Or I see a quote that inspires me when I need it most. And I think…”I should get on here more often and be part of this.” More warm feelings…

The warm feelings last until I am “Tagged.”

Not ‘tagged’ as in running around the yard—until one of the other kids yells, “You’re it!”

Tagged in a photo. At my deepest core, I am a private person. The idea that others can post photos of me violates some sort of personal code I’ve got.

Facebook is here to stay. And my relationship with it will likely always be somewhat shaky…