Perhaps I am paranoid. (Thanks for that dad!! lol) Perhaps I am just not a social person.(Thanks mom! lol) Or, perhaps I just don't need the world knowing all of my shit at all times.
To be honest, I can not comprehend how some people put the information they do on the internet. I am pro staying in touch with people. I enjoy talking to friends from high school or from when I lived in Florida. I even have about 20 or so people I friend-requested just because I needed people to add to my stupid Facebook games. (don't judge!) However, all of my info and pictures are completely private. Only my friends can see them. Not friends of friends even. I do not want pictures of me and/or my family floating around to god knows where.
I do not need people knowing where I am and what I am doing 24 hours per day. I don't like those apps that check you in to places and show a map of where you are. I don't like posting status messages detailing my every move for the next 3 days. People do not need to know my son's eating/sleeping/shitting habits.
They also do not need to know details about my personal relationship with my husband, friends, or family. I admit it, I vent often on FB. But it's usually due to sleep deprivation more than anything else. I do not post when Marc and I are fighting. I do not post when I am angry at my sisters or brother, or cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. Those are OUR personal problems and I can tell you right now, posting it on a public forum may help you feel better for a moment, but then, one of your stupid friends are gonna say something in response to it. And then that person that you love so much will see it and react. And then you have a bigger problem then who ate the last english muffin on your hands!
That being said, I will give you an abridged version of something that happened with Marc and I and where I went wrong. We had a fight. Married couples do that. I said some nasty things to him, he said some nasty things to me. (for those of you who know Marc, I SWEAR he did!! lmao) For those of you who don't, the man is pretty much a saint. He is patient and easy going and completely devoted to our son and I. So for him to say mean things, you can imagine how far I had pushed his buttons. Well, like a dramatic 16 year old, I ran to my parents house angry. And told my dad what happened. My dad being my dad took Marc's side and reminded me what an asshole I can be and how stressed out we both are and to just relax and go home.
My father is not exactly the calmest, most mild mannered person as most of you know. But he looked at the situation objectively as someone who knows how nasty I can be when I am angry (again, thanks dad! lol) and I went home. A few days later we were talking and he gave me some great advice. I will forgive Marc and Marc will forgive me. We know that the things we said were in anger and not how we actually feel. However, other people may not forgive/forget the things that were said. They will hold it against him or I at a later time.
He is my dad. He will protect me until the day he dies. He could have been nasty to Marc the next time he saw him for the things that were said. He wasn't. But it really made me think. Too often do people offer up so much personal information about their life. Had I been like a lot of people on my friends list, I could have posted what Marc said, just like he could have posted what I said. Then our friends and families would have seen it. Then they would have commented. And then we have bigger fires to put out because things are being taken out of context, OR, your significant other is a private person and doesn't need people they don't even know, all up in their shit!
Just think before you post. The internet is forever. Think about that before you post that picture of you passed out drunk with a dick drawn on your face. You might have kids one day. THAT'S the image they wanna post on the board for Star of the Week!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Just a repost from FaceBook for my First Blog.
I'm starting a blog. I have a good amount of free time right now and sometimes, instead of flipping out on people, I am going to write things down here. For today I will re post my facebook note and then maybe tomorrow I will post a new one. Whenever I have time I will. Enjoy people <3
As I said in my status last night, today marks 7 days since my Grammie passed away. She was 77 years old. 77 years on this planet. It was by no means an easy 77 years. No parent should have to outlive their child, and my grammie had to two times. She worked very hard to support my mother, and my aunt's uncles, and cousin's who lived with her. In the 18 years I had to spend with her, I never really remember her asking for much of anything, yet she would give constantly. She would give you the last bit of food from her cabinet if you were hungry. She would feed the stray cats from the neighborhood, grow flowers, and had a knowledge about birds (among other things lol) that would leave you dumbfounded. She could knit, crochet, needlepoint, cross stitch and to me, pretty much to anything crafty. She tried to teach me to crochet at least a dozen times when I was a kid, and I never seemed to get it. Yet every time I would ask her to show me, she would. And wouldn't get impatient with me, even once.
When I would go out trick or treating, we stopped at her house every year, if only for 5 minutes, so she could see us in costume. At the age I started attending sweet 16's, I would make my dad stop before he dropped me off each time, so I could show her how I looked in my dress. She got a kick out of it every time.
The fondest memory I have of her is from when I was about 14 or 15 years old. I went over to hang out with her, and I don't remember if her TV broke or what, but either way, there was nothing for us to do. So there was an atlas on her couch. We sat there for HOURS looking through this atlas and laughing about the ethnic breakdown of EVERY SINGLE STATE in the US and all of the Canadian Territories. Like, Alaska having a .014% hispanic population or some other obscene number like that.
I don't remember when exactly it was, but sometime after school started my senior year of high school is when she got very sick. I would go over maybe twice a week and hang out for an hour or two so my mom or aunts could catch a break. I painted a sun catcher for her. It had butterflies and angels on it with a phrase "Never give up, miracles happen every day." She loved it.
New years day 2004, my dad told me she passed away that morning. I was 18 years old when I lost her. I had never cried so much until that point in my life. I had 18 years with a woman who lived less than half a mile away from me, and I felt I never spent enough time with her. I found myself getting angry about all of the things she got to see my cousin's or my sisters do, but not me. 6 month later, I went to prom and graduated high school. 2 years later I moved out on my own. 3 years later I met my future husband. & 6 years later I married him and had my son.
Once my Grammie died, I made a conscience decision to make sure that I wouldn't have any guilt about not spending enough time with GG. I lived with her for almost my entire life. Every year for New Years Eve we have a get together at her house and a bunch of the grandkids would come over and sleep over and hang out all night. This year we were a little lighter than usual, but she still get a kick out of watching everyone get together and talk and play around. I got some awesome video and pictures of her playing with Lucas :)
GG is an amazing woman! She can be soooo funny and a wealth of life knowledge. She speaks so highly of my grandfather and even after what would have been 60 years, you can see so much love in her eyes when she talks about him. I have never heard her say anything even slightly bad about him. At 25 years old, I really feel like I appreciate her knowledge a lot more. But I would do anything to have had my grammie around for even another year, another week, hell even another day.
We never know when the people closest to us will be gone forever. I am telling you all from experience, unless your grandparents live HOURS away from you, go see them once a week. Even if they lose track of conversation while you are talking, or they sit there and tell you about the episode of Dr. Oz they watched earlier that day, GO SEE THEM. It will make them feel awesome that you took time out of your busy life to make time for them! And you won't be left with feelings of regret once they leave you forever. <3
I love you Grammie and I miss you ALL THE TIME! I know you are proud of all of us <3 <3 <3
When I would go out trick or treating, we stopped at her house every year, if only for 5 minutes, so she could see us in costume. At the age I started attending sweet 16's, I would make my dad stop before he dropped me off each time, so I could show her how I looked in my dress. She got a kick out of it every time.
The fondest memory I have of her is from when I was about 14 or 15 years old. I went over to hang out with her, and I don't remember if her TV broke or what, but either way, there was nothing for us to do. So there was an atlas on her couch. We sat there for HOURS looking through this atlas and laughing about the ethnic breakdown of EVERY SINGLE STATE in the US and all of the Canadian Territories. Like, Alaska having a .014% hispanic population or some other obscene number like that.
I don't remember when exactly it was, but sometime after school started my senior year of high school is when she got very sick. I would go over maybe twice a week and hang out for an hour or two so my mom or aunts could catch a break. I painted a sun catcher for her. It had butterflies and angels on it with a phrase "Never give up, miracles happen every day." She loved it.
New years day 2004, my dad told me she passed away that morning. I was 18 years old when I lost her. I had never cried so much until that point in my life. I had 18 years with a woman who lived less than half a mile away from me, and I felt I never spent enough time with her. I found myself getting angry about all of the things she got to see my cousin's or my sisters do, but not me. 6 month later, I went to prom and graduated high school. 2 years later I moved out on my own. 3 years later I met my future husband. & 6 years later I married him and had my son.
Once my Grammie died, I made a conscience decision to make sure that I wouldn't have any guilt about not spending enough time with GG. I lived with her for almost my entire life. Every year for New Years Eve we have a get together at her house and a bunch of the grandkids would come over and sleep over and hang out all night. This year we were a little lighter than usual, but she still get a kick out of watching everyone get together and talk and play around. I got some awesome video and pictures of her playing with Lucas :)
GG is an amazing woman! She can be soooo funny and a wealth of life knowledge. She speaks so highly of my grandfather and even after what would have been 60 years, you can see so much love in her eyes when she talks about him. I have never heard her say anything even slightly bad about him. At 25 years old, I really feel like I appreciate her knowledge a lot more. But I would do anything to have had my grammie around for even another year, another week, hell even another day.
We never know when the people closest to us will be gone forever. I am telling you all from experience, unless your grandparents live HOURS away from you, go see them once a week. Even if they lose track of conversation while you are talking, or they sit there and tell you about the episode of Dr. Oz they watched earlier that day, GO SEE THEM. It will make them feel awesome that you took time out of your busy life to make time for them! And you won't be left with feelings of regret once they leave you forever. <3
I love you Grammie and I miss you ALL THE TIME! I know you are proud of all of us <3 <3 <3
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