The Perils of Facebook

This is in response to Impromptu Promptlings‘ invitation to do the Five Photos, Five Stories challenge. Unfortunately I do not have another blog at the moment to nominate.

From Morguefile.com by user anitapeppers.

From Morguefile.com by user anitapeppers.

I am not really Facebook friends with many people from my childhood. I have one grade school friend (I’ll call her “X”)  that I reconnected with later in my life and became friends with in “real life” and on FB, as she has since she moved to another state. Grade school was not a fun place for me. Before fourth grade began, the school district decided to redraw the lines of who went to school where. Our neighborhood was “redistricted,” and so I began fourth grade at a new school. My experience was not a pleasant one. Because I was the new kid, I was often teased and bullied. For example, I had a mole removed on my back, and the next day, another student kicked me in the back. Fortunately his foot did not land on my stitches. Even X teased me when we were in grade school. She kicked me to see if it would make me cry. She has no memory of this incident and was mortified when I casually brought it up (we were in our 20s when I mentioned this). Keep in mind, however, that I never obsessed over what happened when I was a child – things happen, and one deals with it. So anyways, X and I were discussing “free-range parenting” on FB, which really is a stupid moniker in my opinion – I think any child prior to the 1990s and 2000s experienced a “free-range childhood.” We used to ride our bikes all over town and on the local college campus – surely, a far cry from what American parents allow their kids to do today. My friend X tagged another person on this post – someone I’ll call “Y.” It suddenly dawned on me who Y really was – one of the girls who was really mean to me. The exact details of her meanness has since been buried under my life experiences, but I do recall making the decision at a young age that if I ever had children, Y would definitely NOT be on the list of names I would choose as a baby name because of her. It kinda threw me for a loop. I mean, all of these things happened over 30 years ago, and surely, as in the case of my friend X, people have changed as they grow older. I did query my friend X to ask if this was the same Y we went to grade school with (yes, it was). I have thought about telling X how I feel about Y – X is actually a sensitive person, and by that I mean she is sensitive to others’ feelings, not that she is “touchy.” Anyways, I suppose I would say something along the following lines:

I know that you have happy memories of your childhood, but grade school was not fun for me. Y in particular was not very kind to me. I hope, that like yourself and myself, she has changed into a different, kinder person as an adult. After all, this happened over 30 years ago.

Frankly, I do not see what can be gained from doing this, except perhaps to glean insights from X’s response. The interesting thing to me is that, if I weren’t on Facebook, I would probably have never heard or seen this person again. I am also thankful that all of this happened before the digital age, for I’m sure these incidences would have been far worse if I’d experienced them now. C’est la vie!

Five Photos, Five Stories – Day Two

With apologies for missing out yesterday – I had a rather busy day! I was invited by Calen of Impromptu Promptlings to participate in this challenge. Today is Day Two.

The Comforts of Stuffed Animals

When I was young, I had a lot of stuffed animals. I’m sure I could find a few of them today, much to the chagrin of my husband.

I still have rather a few on display. A few years ago I discovered Squishables and have quite a few of those, too.

"Little guy"

“Little Guy”

This is “Little Guy.” I got him in an airport – I think it was Atlanta, but I’m not sure. I was on my way to the beach. I realized I had forgotten my stuffed animal, Sparky. Sparky is a dog. In fact, I’m sure I have two of him, because the first one I got was so worn out. Anyways, I realized I had forgotten Sparky, so I walked into an airport boutique and selected Little Guy.

Little Guy got to go to North Carolina with me. Then he accompanied me on the long drive home. I still sleep with him if my husband is not in bed (hubby is a night owl) – it’s great to have an arm draped around Little Guy.

I don’t know what it is about stuffed animals that make me love them. Maybe because they are so cute and squishy. Maybe because they are always there and are non-judgmental – they don’t care if you’re sick, if you’re feeling blue, if you’re crazy in the head with anxiety. They are just there, and they always want a hug. Just like a security blanket, you can count on them for anything. Maybe that’s why I have more than a few stuffed animals still hanging around.

Do any of you still hang on to your stuffed animals, or any other childhood treasure?

The Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo.  It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph – it’s entirely up to you.

Then each day, nominate another blogger to carry on this challenge.

Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, it is not a command.  Today, I’m inviting Random Ravings from Cornwall to join the challenge.

(Actually, anyone can join in, so please do.)

Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge – Day One

I was invited by Calen of Impromptu Promptlings to participate in this challenge. Today is Day One.

The Ingredients for Happiness

Ice cream

Sheldon Cooper of The Big Bang Theory once say, “50% of marriages end in divorce, but 100% of ice cream bars end in happiness!” He was trying to convince his friend Howard to have an ice cream bar at Howard and Bernadette’s wedding reception.

Personally, I agree that 100% of ice cream bars end in happiness. Even those of us with lactose intolerance can take a Lactaid and participate! My own favorite make-you-own sundae was inspired by Friendly’s. I ALWAYS get the Reese’s Pieces Sundae (without the marshmallow sauce or cherry). My friends and I frequented Friendly’s all during college and beyond. I discovered I could make the basic sundae at home – all I needed was ice cream, chocolate sauce, peanut butter (PB), and a microwave. I put a scoop of PB in a glass measuring cup, microwave it for 30 seconds, and voilà! Melted PB! (Note: If you try this at home, be sure you don’t over-heat the PB; burned PB smells awful.) I pour it over the ice cream (I personally like vanilla bean) and spoon out any remaining PB. The dog even gets to partake – she licks the measuring cup clean. Then I add the chocolate sauce, and – heaven! And, it’s got protein, so (theoretically) it could stand alone as a meal! Yum yum!

The Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo.  It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph – it’s entirely up to you.

Then each day, nominate another blogger to carry on this challenge.

Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, it is not a command.  Today, I’m inviting Nuggets of Gold to join the challenge.

(Actually, anyone can join in, so please do.)