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I was leaving the office the other day, feeling a bit beaten up from the stress of the business that day. Maybe feeling a bit sorry for myself that I was leaving the office at 9 PM……it was cold, I was tired, I felt like I had no life…..and I saw someone walking a dog….I did a double take. The dog had three legs. It’s right front was completely GONE….but it was wagging it’s tail and seemed so happy and content. It’s owner was at a red light. When the light turned green, the owner walked along and the dog walked briskly right along, wagging his tail and seeming very content with the world…..it made me stop and think. How lucky I am to be working till 9 PM at night. How lucky I am that I was walking with both legs to my car and that I would be warm soon and that I would be driving home to a house where I had food. It’s really tough out there, and this happy little dog made me feel happy too.
So under pressure from my daughter, young interns and the media, I decided to create a facebook page. I fail to understand the significance of it, other than to attract people that I have been trying to hide from for the last 10 years…..so I thought, well, I created the page, even though it is pretty lame, and I would see who else of interest I could “friend”. So I looked up Obama, and there was a page. I thought. Ok. I see the merit here. So I sent him a friend request and……..he never responded. So of course I feel like a real reject now. I mean just because he is the president and most powerful man in the western world, that means he can’t friend me back. Doesn’t he work 24 7 like me? Doesn’t he want people to go to his page and ooh and aah over how many friends he has? In any case, I hope someone can tell me why I should be on Facebook other than to waste endless hours of time that I do not have. I am not looking for a job or for my long lost high school sweetheart or looking to connect with relatives in Russia or Ireland or any of the other countries that my mutt heritage derives from. So, please, someone, give me a reason and I will stay.
Queen Bee