I have become a member of Facebook. Rev still refuses.
I have decided it is addictive. It is like crack for adults.
I can't seem to stop checking out what my friends from long-ago are doing and taking the time to catch up on what has happened in our lives.
I also enjoy keeping track of all my friends from the days when my husband was in seminary. It is strange how in three years you become very close to people and then get dispersed all over the US. Facebook has allowed me to keep track of what is going on in everyone's lives.
I also like the games. I have my own football team (made up of only my female friends), I have my own garden, my own blue cove, my own candy shop, and my own pet.
I am a little distressed with the fact however, that Facebook does not encourage better table manners. Today I had a potato thrown at me through the application of SuperPoke on Facebook. This bothers me for two reason. 1. the person who threw it at me is a pastor of a church in Willmette, Illinois. and 2. I thought that this pastor had better manners than to play with his food.
All I can say is when someone throws you a potato, make french fries.
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"...better manners than to play with his food?"
You didn't spend nearly enough time in the Refectory, dear.
Hmm... I know one pastor in Wilmette, and I'm not sure he does have better manners than that :)
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