Christmas Eve Musings


Well fuck me sideways with a sprig of tinsel. Not really, but I got your attention! Haven’t been able to write a single blog post in two weeks, which I’m fairly sure is a heinous crime in the blog world, but all this Christmas malarkey has been so flipping busy, I ain’t had a chance to do ‘f’ all else. But Christmas Eve is here and finally all the shit that has to get done at this time of year is checked off my list. We even managed to bake fresh cookies from scratch for the chubby dude in red. I’m sure Martha Stewart is shitting herself in case I swipe her domestic crown. As for my Yifof, it is going splendidly. I haven’t missed Facebook one iota, although a few of my pals have been lamenting my absence, but I will remain steadfast. The object of this blog and this challenge that I’ve set myself is to do more with my life and to have more authentic communication with my friends that extends beyond the “like” button.
 So two challenges that I am setting myself on this quest are as below.

1. Have contact with as many of my Facebook friends in the next year as possible, via letter, telephone, in person or video chat. I’ve got 220 friends, some of whom I haven’t actually spoken to since grade school. I’ll keep you posted.

2. Write thank you letters…actually 365 of the suckers, one for every day of 2014. All too often in our busy technology driven lives we forget gratitude and the humble thank you card has been shunned in favour of a text, tweet or whatever. So I’m bringing it back!!

So that’s my Christmas eve musings…can’t wait till I hear the jolly ole fella sneak down the chimney…Merry Christmas!!!!

Facebook tries to sort out the like debate


Facebook tries to sort out the like debate.

An article in the Brit paper, The Guardian today ruminates on the possibility that Facebook will give us more choices than just the ‘like’ button. What was interesting to me about this article is the comments section and how many people have such a STRONG opinion on Facebook and it’s role in our everyday lives. Love it or hate it, people wade in and share their thoughts.

Week Two




So this week I’m Queen of the Grumps. Not just a little bit grumpy, slightly pissed off or mildly moody. No, I’m in full-on, ‘Don’t fucking fuck with me mode.’ Nah, pretty it ain’t. I make the Grinch look like the Dalai Lama. What has prompted this bout of “Severely fucked-offitis”? Who knows. I think it could be due to many reasons. The weather (fuck it’s cold), being home too much, no fucking exercise, eating shite, very shite food…being a white, western, moany bitch. And finally, I think it is cos I miss people on Facebook. Really. I miss hearing little funny comments from people. I don’t miss hearing people whining about their fucked up lives (As you can see I’ve got the whining part covered myself, thanks very much) but I did have a sizable amount of friends who were fucking hilarious, who wrote funny shite and would make me chuckle heartily in the most inappropro places.

So now, I clearly need to go get my connection on in other ways. The world of research is divided on how Facebook can make you feel. Some say it boosts a feeling of connection, others say all the bragging, pictures of yourself in a bikini, (who cares that the pic was ten years ago, pre-kids and divorce etc.), makes your friends feel hopeless, lonely and leaves them with an unhealthy dose of F.O.M.O (Oh how I love a good acronym)…which stands for Fear of missing out syndrome.

So the answer is, if you are still reading, who fucking knows. In my quest to find out, I stumbled on a website:

That website says, studies show a sense of connection makes us kind. So maybe that’s why I got the Queen of the Grumps crown this week…Aaaannnd, according to the article if I go off and perform five selfless acts, I will feel better. So I will. I’ll post what I did and the results on the blog. In the meantime, I’ve got six kids coming home after school and my house looks like a World War Two bombsite. Pah. Housework. That is sure to put me in a bad mood, for there is nothing worst that fucking housework. However, I have a cunning plan. I will crank up the groove and funk music, housework be damned. The radio has already belted out Alphabet Street by Prince and now, Donna Summer is doing her best serenade with ‘I’m every woman’. So I’m off to dust those saquatches to oblivion. Laters.