So I'm a Facebook addict. I admit it. The interesting thing is that there is a whole subset of people out there that I have never met but I feel like I know.
I have about 80 friends on FB. They all have their own friends too, with some overlap. When I comment on a friend's status, their other friends can comment also. I get notice of these comments.
Over the last several months, I have become acquainted with these folks, ones I've never met but strangely want to meet now. I know their sense of humor, which I believe to be one of the most revealing human qualities. Love that. So all you friends of mine, when your Facebook friends come visit, let me know. I may just want to meet them.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
A Total Rip-Off
Nothing. We got nothing. No snow. Oh, the disappointment when I woke up this morning. I think I was more upset than the kids.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
The Magic of Snow
As a kid growing up in Chicago, there was plenty of snow. As an adult living in North Carolina, there is not. The ironic thing is, I feel almost exactly the same way now that I did then, just on a slightly different scale.
It took a lot to close schools where I grew up. On the order of feet, not inches, of snow was required to give us a day off. I vividly recall my sister and I listening anxiously by the radio, to either WGN or WLS, praying for the announcer to say "district 28" as one of the closings. It didn't happen often enough.
Tonight, we are waiting for a storm. We could get anything from a trace (a total rip-off), up to 6 inches. There is a buzz of excitement in the house, as we wonder what it will look like in the morning when we wake up. Instead of huddling around the radio, we will likely check WRAL's website for school closings.
As little feet snuck downstairs earlier tonight to catch a glimpse of the first dusting, it made me recall the excitement I felt as a child. Personally, despite the fact that I'm now a self employed adult and will lose business, I'm hoping for snow. Lots of snow.
It took a lot to close schools where I grew up. On the order of feet, not inches, of snow was required to give us a day off. I vividly recall my sister and I listening anxiously by the radio, to either WGN or WLS, praying for the announcer to say "district 28" as one of the closings. It didn't happen often enough.
Tonight, we are waiting for a storm. We could get anything from a trace (a total rip-off), up to 6 inches. There is a buzz of excitement in the house, as we wonder what it will look like in the morning when we wake up. Instead of huddling around the radio, we will likely check WRAL's website for school closings.
As little feet snuck downstairs earlier tonight to catch a glimpse of the first dusting, it made me recall the excitement I felt as a child. Personally, despite the fact that I'm now a self employed adult and will lose business, I'm hoping for snow. Lots of snow.
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