What's on your mind?

The pros and cons to this site are many. I know there's controversy and people who think it's of the devil. I don't know about that. I do know that the reason I got on Facebook and the reasons I stay on are very different. I got on to keep track of my teenagers. I told them they could have an account only if I had access. So, I joined. I still keep track of my kids, but I do so much more. Here's a breakdown of my friends-

  • 41 family members including 3 of my kids, but not my husband.

  • 37 people from my old ward- they are now living everywhere from Utah to Idaho to Georgia.

  • 71 people from my current ward/neighborhood, including 16 Young Women and Young Men (we even have a 'group' just for them)

  • 4 of my kids' friends

  • 13 high school classmates

  • 10 misc. friends of which there are 2 missionary companions, one friend since kindergarten, one woman who shares my name and 2 ex-boyfriends.

  • One leggo character named Buckie Magoo.

So, today, I am thankful for facebook. I've never been very good at keeping in touch with people. We'd move and I would think, "I'm going to do it this time, I'm going to stay in contact." and it never happened. Now, because of this silly site, I have contact and keep up with more people than I'd ever imagined. It may seem narcissistic to report what you're doing each day, but I love reading about everyone else. And I'll admit it, I like coming up with clever things to say. And I LOVE it when people comment. Oh, you like me, you really like me. ;)


I'm thankful for Mark Zuckerburg and his idea. "My name is Jewels and I'm a facebook junkie."

Comments

  1. LiaNovember 17, 2010 at 5:51 PM

    Someone told Kowhai that her mom is always on Facebook. Oh well. I carry it with me everywhere I go. I never get bored. Stop light? No problem, I'll jump on Facebook and see who's up to what. I love that I can keep up with so many friends. And like you I love it when they comment. It's a little boost to my day.

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  2. RebeccaNovember 18, 2010 at 8:40 AM

    Oh yes, the warp zone, we loving call Facebook! It's like anything else.. moderation in all things... and where else can we stalk people and not get arrested? :)

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