Because I have nothing urgent to do several hours a day….and I define urgency as drinking too much water in one sitting…I find myself on Facebook….and by “on Facebook”, I mean watching Facebook videos about hair. If we don’t choose wisely, the algorithm insanity states that if we click on one interesting idea that pops up on Facebook, the topic or associated topics become our social media life whether we choose it or not.
I’ve had very long hair, very short hair and hair of various colors and hues. I started coloring my hair when I was 16… I loved playing with my hair…styling it, coloring it, streaking it, sun-in hair lighteners. I’ve been nearly black, chocolate, purple and one unfortunate, very bright apple red/Sunkist orange before a vacation. I thought about being a hair professionally in the 70’s but didn’t take geometry so figured I would suck at angles.
Because I recently was hooked on a 30 minute video of a stylist cutting an older woman’s hair, I’ve been inundated with videos of stylists and hair and hair color and all of the latest toys for anyone with hair. This morning, I watched a stylist comb and part and ponytail and then form a HUGE bun on top of a women’s head. Before this morning I had no idea working hair into a huge bun was even possible. I’m just letting you know as a caution, if you see this video pop up now that I’ve mentioned it, do NOT click on it.
The thought has occurred to me that I wonder if there really was a Repunzel who let down her golden hair..betraying her beloved which caused his fall and blindness. And seriously, from hair we got peeping Toms as “Tom” apparently broke the rules and watched Lady Godiva ride naked through the streets… But most of all now I want to know why and how Godiva chocolate gots it’s name but there is no way I’m going to google it or click on any chocolate cooking videos because I do not need to be inundated with chocolate. I have enough problems!
It’s a daily habit….I don’t see it as a good habit…but one I don’t anticipate giving up in the near future…Facebook scrolling. One time I seriously analyzed why “I” am addicted to this particular social media more than the others. Oh, I have accounts with several of the others but they seem to be an “if I think about it” or “if I’m particularly bored” place I go. But Facebook…Facebook is my connection to out there. My friends are my beloveds right after my family and my cats (who are literally IN MY FACE) most of the time. I cherish my beloved friends….and for the most part, if we could be and are not (no longer) friends on Facebook there is a reason.
Usually I observe, love, smile or frown, and swipe but every now and then a Facebook meme will get me….yesterday it was this one…I cannot remember one that filled me with so much energy…so much YA! At first I felt it as an OMG what next in 2020…then I felt it as POWER….Here we come and everything is going to be ok!
How we feel about and see anything is our choice. We either follow the herd or wander away. We either get taken in with the noise or we find our peace in the quiet. We either love or we fear. It’s all completely our choice!
Many years ago….the 70’s….I conducted a study of fellow employees of the insurance company I worked whether they folded or crinkled their toilet paper. The question had been banging around my brain for many years because as a child, I remember the time consuming folding my mother used to do…I, on the other hand, was a non conformist and was not particularly an “attention to detail person”. In case you are wondering, I have no recollection the study details but I recall being pretty spot on with who I thought did what.
Yesterday I was thinking about hugging so I asked my Facebook friends if they were hugged as children…the options given were SELDOM\NO, OFTEN/YES or SOMETIMES. Some friends just answered the question, others who answered sometimes gave an explanation like Yes, Grandparents…or just my father or mother…a few sent me a private message! 69 respondents….29 seldom/no, 9 sometimes and 32 responded with yes and often.
What the results meant to me…. I’m not a hugger until I started hanging out with Unity Village people…I seldom initiate a hug and I think hugging totally represents love from some people; others I see hugging as a habit…it’s just what you do when you greet people. With that in mind, I answered my own question about whether huggers are just more loving people…no, I don’t think so…and thirdly I chuckled because several people who are huggers have never hugged me.
So there you have it! Just know, I may not have hugged you but it does not represent how I feel about you!
Usually when I attend the Icehouse Auction on Friday nights I find something that I want to bid on.
My new juicer which appears to be almost never used.
or these 4 Yankee candles which are brand new and I got for the fraction of the retail price.
But nothing prepared me for the chalk sculpture of William Shakespeare. It is cool and creepy at the same time and I had to have it!
My friend, MaryBeth, had me laughing out loud last night when she saw these pictures on Facebook. Her response was: This is creeping me out, Nina! I received several of those remarks between last night and this morning on FB. Marcy had the best idea…….”I think that needs to be a traveling William. Take him with you on some of your adventures and post pics with him in it.”
Here’s perspective of how big he really is.
Now that is creepy!
So those of you planning a visit to see us…it must include a Friday night for auction night …. even if you don’t know of anything you want to buy, you’ll find something…and if not, the people entertainment is worth the drive.
I’ll begin by saying..ya…I know…I need to find something to do today if I have time to think about these things…
I haven’t lived in a neighborhood setting since I was a kid – around 18. Living in the country on 2 1/2 acres you just mow your grass when you want to mow it. For those of us with weeds, creeping charlie and no lawn service, you mow your grass when you don’t like the dew on your bare ankles or when you know that when you wake up in the morning, it is just too long to mow and you need to get Farmer Green to come over with the John Deere.
Even growing up in a neighborhood, our yard was landscaped on Carter’s adjoining yard and it was a steep hill down to where Shaffer’s yard started so the line of who has mowed and *ahem who hasn’t mowed was not that noticeable. But NOW…now I live in a neighborhood where all the front yards on the street are level. So when Dave or Robbien mow, and we don’t, it looks horrible…same on the other side. Right now the Brown lawn and the Adamczyk lawn is about the same height but Loren’s on the south side is a bit longer…and this quite frankly bugs me. I’m not bitching because Loren’s lawn looks a lot better than our lawn but I’m just saying’. We need to all mow on the same day!
Which leads me to garbage day – today. This is different too. The one man truck comes by with his little iron helper attached to the side. He picks up the can – engineers the iron helper up to dump it then sets it back down. It’s kind of an event from where I came from. When I take my walk on garbage day, is it okay to pull each neighbor’s garbage can up by their garage door? It just seems like a right neighborly thing to do and no one will really know who is doing it so it would appear they have a garbage fairy.
….and my last thought of the day. I’m friends with a lot of tech savvy friends. Ya…they accept my friendship. A lot of my friends crosspost – whether it is on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, google+ or Tumblr. So when things are cross posted – is it expected that you hit the heart or like button on every media? Or are my friends just thinking – ya, ya…I know you love the picture – find something to do…or are their feelings hurt because I haven’t liked their picture because they haven’t been to one of their other pages to see that I liked it there. Kate …. you were right…it’s kind of exhausting.