I have joined Facebook. No idea why I did, as I have no clue what so ever with what I am doing. I figured I could maybe see photos of the nieces and nephews in Britain and keep up with what they are up too.
Honestly though I don't see the point of it all? I would rather send an email, but I guess people would prefer using Facebook? I am assuming there is a Facebook for Dummies page where it explains what to do? I hope so, as I can see me spending a bit of time on that page.
There seems to be all sorts of pages and all sorts of other stuff going on. A friend sent me an email and he said, " Facebook used to be “good” now they have to much garbage on it and your page gets filled up with people sending games/gag gifts/junk and more junk."
So I guess one thing I am asking you today, are any of you Facebook users? What are the do's and don'ts. What is the best thing about Facebook, and what is the worst thing about Facebook?
Dd is away on vacation at the moment, lucky duck, soaking up the sun on the beach in the Dominican, otherwise I would have bombarded her with all these questions. Ds never goes on his Facebook page and is super busy with work, so that's why you've all been nominated to answer my questions....LOL
Tracey sent me this joke, and I had tears rolling down my face as its so funny. This would really be me:
(there is the odd word that may not be appropriate for young eyes!! So be warned)
WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM
If you read this without laughing out loud, there is
something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who
ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine
For my birthday this year, I purchased a week of personal
training at the local health club.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high
school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would
be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal
trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a
26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic
clothing and swim wear.
Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started!
The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but
found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club
to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek
god-- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white
smile. Woo Hoo!!
Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines.. I
enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his
aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!
Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my
gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he
was around... This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out
the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy
iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs
were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full
mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel
GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the
toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth
over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals.
Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I
parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams
bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky
for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets
this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put
me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a
machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by
elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and
enjoy life. He said some other shit too.
Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth
exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full
snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late-- it took
me that long to tie my shoes.
He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not
looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny
bitch to find me.
Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine--
which I sank.
I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has
ever hated any other human being in the history of the
world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobic
instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move
without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.
Christo wanted me to work on my triceps... I don't have any
triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't
hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than
The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and
nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer,
like the drama coach or the choir director?
Satan left a message on my answering machine in his
grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up
today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the
machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to
even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight
hours of the Weather Channel..
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so
I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also
pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me
that is fun-- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still
say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have
sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
Did you remember to put your money in your Daily Saving's Pot Today?
Today's money saving tip:
Want to lose weight, don't eat as much!! You'll save money right away..........