Holy Cow

Holy Cow, it's the holiday season. Once again I find myself caught up in the magic and fun of the season yet not being a child myself nor having any children, not having any family with children. I'll be struggling to pay the bills let alone indulge in buying gifts for anyone. I'll be continually torn up over wanting to be a part of the insanity and not wanting anything to do with it at all.

In my perfect world I'd have a huge party for everyone I know. It would be a formal party and anyone who felt they couldn't afford the appropriate attire would be able to purchase what they need on my account...my gift to you. There would be a huge Christmas tree and a chamber orchestra, and dancing, and champagne, hors d'oeuvres, and gifts for everyone who attended. The party would last 3 days. You would feel like you just entered a scene from some 1940's film and for just few hours on one special night you'd feel like everything in your life and the lives of everyone you know was perfect. Because that's my fantasy of Christmas.

Thanks to the friend I've known the longest in my life I'm now indulging in the world of FaceBook. OMG! How to lose hours and hours of your life and not even know it. It gives one the illusion of having closeness to people who in reality you spend very little time with. As a networking tool, to reconnect with people you may have lost touch with or as a way to stay in touch with casual friends who aren't nearby it's a fun little gadget. However, for an honest to goodness friendship connection nothing beats face to face contact, a phone call or personal email .

Still...at the moment I'm enamored. I will need to curb this time suck from my life or else I'll never leave the house again and I already struggle with that I don't need help from FaceBook.