Well I was kind of torn between two subjects for F. On one hand I thought, Hmmm this is a great chance to discuss Facebook. And then on another hand I thought, great chance to discuss Family. Both great topics.
How about Facebook and Family/Friends...
With their new filtering methods, Facebook offers ways to have family and what you can show family. Take my mom for instance. Sadly, I put her in a group called Doesn't need to know it all because come on, let's face it, Moms do not need to know everything about their adult children's lives. If my mom knew a lot of the stuff I said on Facebook, she's drag me over her knee (after she gets it replaced) and beat the hell out of me and then drag me to church probably for a well deserved exorcism... At 68, there are just some things better hidden from mom.
Not to be discriminate, also in that group are the teachers that worked with my mother once upon a time that have known me since I was knee high to a grasshopper. Yes, that phrase is actually used. Also in that group are my aunt (the preacher), my Dad's wife (The preacher... my dad is also a minister...), and all three of my kids. So yeah, aptly named group... Don't need to know it all...
Up until recently my ex-husbands godmother, cousins, sister, and mother were in a group categorized by their last name (The Henderson Clan... yes I actually called them a clan. If you knew them and the relationship we have always had you'd realize in about ten minutes that they only thing missing were their white robes and pointy hats...) They were also on the Don't need to know it all group but then his godmother flubbed up. She wiggled past all my security to a post where I was outright talking about something my ex did to piss me off. And like the little rat she proved she is, she went right to him telling him that I was dogging him on Facebook. And here's the kicker, she also laid a public chastising down on me on said post.
Let's go back to the E blog... Things that make you cock your head and say ...eh? No no no nooooo... It doesn't work like that.
It took me about a week to think on it (Which is my way of coming up with the best way to say #$!& you with actually saying it...) but I made the decision. First I removed the entire Henderson Clan from my Facebook one by one and then I blocked them all so that I would be invisible to them Not even visible in a search with my name. Then I went to each of my girls' page and did the same. I can't control my son's because he's thirteen, he set his own up. And as expected, it had the desired result. The godmother noticed that I stopped appearing in her news feed. Then I'm sure that she asked her daughter if she could still see me or my girls and then she started flapping gums again and mentioned to the ex that I had removed her. I don't know what the ex told her. I imagine it was something along the lines of "So? It's Facebook." but it probably wasn't because he mentioned it to me and I said, "I divorced you, I am under no obligation to be nice to your family anymore."
Don't look so shocked... Whenever it comes to his family and me hurting their feelings this is my standard answer. The answer really should be that they felt no need to be nice to me when we were married so why should I care about them now that we're divorced but the other way has just that tiny ring of sarcasm that I'm known for. This is the same man who's text tone on my cell phone is "Oh don't sweetheart me, you sonofabitch!" From the movie version of Chicago... (Shameless movie plug!! If you haven't seen it, you really should.)
So uh, who caught the part above where I mentioned how many members of my family are practicing ministers/reverends? You can add my maternal Grandfather to that list although he's been deceased for more years than I actually know. I so don't fit the profile of someone that comes from a really religious family do I? Then again, maybe I do. They say the preacher's daughter is the one leading the path to... well, you get the picture...
Back to the topic at hand. I have many groups on Facebook. I put all my Chefville people in a list of friends called Chefville and periodically if I don't want 400+ faceless people to know something I block them from seeing it. When I actually bother to play the game, they are the only ones that can see the posts from it. I have Locals, I have smithites (I went to Johnson C Smith University for a year and a half and the five people on my Facebook that I still talk to are in that group.) I even have a list set aside from people from my high school. They only get filtered out when I have a complaint about high school life which isn't as often as you'd think. Ninety percent of them already know that high school tended to feel like a gaping hole of crap for me. Ninety percent of them also know that it was a gaping hole of crap for them too. Ninety percent of us have kids now so we have a little more common ground. Although most of them now have small kids and toddlers or babies now and I have teenagers. (Not for nothing but when they are going through that wasteland of teenage years and they wanna pull their hair out, I'm going to sit back on the deck of a cruise ship with a tequila slammer and laugh my ass off... that is unless I meet someone and we do the unthinkable like have another baby... In which case I will be crying right along with them.) I also have a group of ladies who fall into a list called soul sisters and these are women that I have an intense bond with. One that I'm not even sure death could break. They are the kind of women that if I died, I would come back and haunt a lot of people, yes, but I would be the spirit that looked out for them. You know when I got free time from haunting the crap out of others...lol) Those women are like family. I'm pretty sure that every last woman in that list is called Aunt by my kids. Black white, purple, green, they all earned the title aunt.
And OMIGOD there's a yellow jacket crawling up my lamp. I'm about to freak out. I need him to go away.
Time to wrap this up. If I don't get around to the G blog, assume that the little bastard stung me and I'm in convulsions on the floor...
(I don't have a good by that starts with F so... Laters!!!)
