Did I Really Particpate In A Facebook WAR?

Is it my fault some "friend" on Facebook left me a stupid comment?  I mean really, if you're going to discuss politics with me on Facebook you might want to make sure you actually know what it is you're saying.  Let's get a few things straight...

The District Attorney's Office does not have a voice in the House or the Senate, so voting for a Republican for District Attorney because you want the "GOP to win," really doesn't make much sense to me.  In fact, suggesting that it matters in any way does nothing but show your lack of understanding regarding local politics. 

I can understand that my response to your comment may have caused some undue...anger.  I mean, after all I did point out quite clearly that you "know crap about politics."  At that point, being you were on MY profile page, it would have been best to just 1) admit you made a mistake, and 2) get off my profile page and unfriend me if you felt it was necessary.  Unfortunately, you chose neither options.  Well, wait you did make a choice.  You chose to unfriend me, which was totally fine with me.  But your mistake was continuing to feed my profile page with derogatory remarks about my excitement for the District Attorney race as well as leave ridiculous rants about "THE MAN" I had been working so hard campaigning for.  Worse, you unfriended me before leaving the comments all  under the wrongful assumption that I would not know the comments were coming from you.  NEWSFLASH:  I have all the e-mail notifications on both my home computer and my Droid.  I tried repeatedly to tell you that I knew it was you...remember the initials?  That was for you.  Seriously, how could you not know that?

I guess if I had any regrets it would be that I engaged in the conduct at all.  I could have stopped it from the beginning if I had just deleted your comment.  All it would have taken was one little push of my finger on my Droid.  Or better yet, you could have just read my blog post about My Life As A Chameleon.  If you had done that to start with you never would have thought to engage me.  I think I make it pretty clear in that post that I have a tendency to spit fire on occasion.  This, was one of those times.  I spent close to thirty minutes removing the comments from my profile when I returned home from one of the most important wins in my life.  When I went to bed I was starting to feel remorse.  But, regardless, I'm not apologetic for the swearing, nor am I apologetic for leaving a note asking you to "refrain from leaving any further comments on my profile page."  Just so you know, I did the last one on purpose because I knew it would be circling around the HOME page to all of our mutual friends; to which there are many. 

In the end, I appreciate all the support that flooded my message box on Facebook.  It was nice to know so many "friends"  understood my "outburst" and were willing to share some stories of similar encounters with these people.  However, next time- I plan to take the high road and not even engage.  Some things just aren't worth my time.  Facebook Wars are one of them. 

Neglecting My Duties...

As I prepare my house for our leave for New York next week, I'm noticing that I've become very neglectful of my responsibilities.  The laundry is seriously backed up and I have cobwebs forming on my chandelier over the kitchen table. There also seems to be more dust than usual and weeds have sprouted all over the yard.  I was complaining to my husband about the uncleanliness and he simply looked at me, picked up the phone, the newsletter from Joseph Finder, and my newest book for my reading enjoyment then shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes.  Richard didn't have to say a word.  I knew exactly what he was thinking because I'm a very smart chick.   Believe it or not, intelligence does lurk behind these beautiful eyes that I believe to be so "Reacher Worthy." 

I'm addicted to reading because I love a good story.  Although my tweets have yet to be proven useful, I'm loving my Twitter time because I'm tweeting with some really great people.   I also love the Facebook thing because I love to see what is happening with the people that I know personally as well as those that I know through blogging  and tweeting.  Now it's just a matter of balancing all of these with my "real" time.  How do I stay caught up on my tweets at work when I'm supposed to be working?  How can I update my Facebook status when I'm supposed to be writing motions and preparing trial subpoenas?  How can I read without it interfering with my time at home with my spouse?  At moments when I'm contemplating these things, I begin to envy my writer friends in Twitter world.  You make life seem so much easier on your side of the tweet.

This week I broke my addiction to all the above things to my supervisor.  She giggled and then offered to enroll me in some Internet intervention thing on A&E.  I'll have you know that just by telling her that I felt I was having a problem helped me to change my behavior at work.  I checked my Twitter status three times today; during break, during lunch, and during my afternoon break.  I was very proud of myself and I didn't even feel like I had missed out on anything.  I even made a couple of new Twitter friends.  I love Twitter friends.  If you catch me at just the right moment you'll hear me refer to them as my Twitter Family.  Ahhhh - So sweet.  I seriously doubt they feel the same.  But, for those of you that know me, does this surprise you?  I can find family in everything these days.  Work, neighborhood, church, Twitter, Facebook, book club, blogging...

I even made some changes at home.  Today, after being inspired by APMonkey on Twitter, I came home and made a delicious meal for my husband.  I even volunteered to bake fresh bread for our book club tomorrow.  Yes, if APMonkey can find time to read, blog, watch sports, and cook serious gourmet meals, than I know I can too. Or, at least give it a try! I didn't even bring a book home to read tonight.  Now that really means something.  My husband was impressed and very appreciative of my new friend on Twitter.  See honey, Twitter friends can be good!

Well, all I can say is I'm doing better.  Yep - I'm writing this as my husband is steam cleaning the carpets in the part of the house that I chose not to do this weekend so I could finish that book I was reading and write a new post for my book blog.  Richard is so patient and kind.  I seriously love this man! Better go bleach my teeth.  I've got to look good for that book signing next week! Hmmm- I guess I'll clean the bathroom while I'm in there. ;)