Why I like Facebook
I'm a Facebook fan. I think it's a great way to keep in touch with friends and creep to get the scoop on people who you really have no business knowing the "scoop" about. I would hazard a guess that most of us have been guilty of it at least once or twice. I admit it. In fact, I kind of laugh about it.
So this really happened to me last night. I had to go into work early for a doctor's appointment for my back, which really, really, really hurts. Really really really really hurts bad.
That means my shift ended early. When I got off, for some reason I was thinking about the most recent former Mrs. Cooper. That happens with infrequency. I mean that. That ship sailed. I think though it was something the immigrant said that kind of made me feel badly. For about a minute. I just talked to God about it, told Him as far as I was concerned it was all forgiven. Holding onto it, or taking it back just isn't something I wanted to do.
I was in the left turn lane and looked up to see the license plate on the car in front of me. It said, and no word of a like "THIRD I".
This is a post about Facebook. If you look at my page today, you'll see that a Boeing website shared a recruiting video for the 101 ARW. Bangor, Maine is home to the 101 ARW, known globally (no boast, these guys are infamous!) as the Maineiacs. Bangor, Maine is where I met said "THIRD I".
Listen, I'm just telling you a story.
Odd things like that happen all the time. I don't know that it means anything. I don't know that it doesn't either. What I do know is that it doesn't change how I feel about the whole situation. I also saw a brand new Toyota Tundra when I was thinking about my Who. I was thinking about her this morning when I looked up from the gas pump and saw a white car with an Oregon license plate. Those kinds of things happen to me all the time as well.
Does any of it add up to anything? I doubt it. Sometimes there are little road markers (I frequently see them on Facebook) that just seem to pop up with no particular purpose other than they may play into something I told someone. Often times, when I share a lot of stuff at once, it's something that's telling a story about my day.
You just never know what's gonna happen. It's why I can't plan things for more than three minutes in advance.
So this really happened to me last night. I had to go into work early for a doctor's appointment for my back, which really, really, really hurts. Really really really really hurts bad.
That means my shift ended early. When I got off, for some reason I was thinking about the most recent former Mrs. Cooper. That happens with infrequency. I mean that. That ship sailed. I think though it was something the immigrant said that kind of made me feel badly. For about a minute. I just talked to God about it, told Him as far as I was concerned it was all forgiven. Holding onto it, or taking it back just isn't something I wanted to do.
I was in the left turn lane and looked up to see the license plate on the car in front of me. It said, and no word of a like "THIRD I".
This is a post about Facebook. If you look at my page today, you'll see that a Boeing website shared a recruiting video for the 101 ARW. Bangor, Maine is home to the 101 ARW, known globally (no boast, these guys are infamous!) as the Maineiacs. Bangor, Maine is where I met said "THIRD I".
Listen, I'm just telling you a story.
Odd things like that happen all the time. I don't know that it means anything. I don't know that it doesn't either. What I do know is that it doesn't change how I feel about the whole situation. I also saw a brand new Toyota Tundra when I was thinking about my Who. I was thinking about her this morning when I looked up from the gas pump and saw a white car with an Oregon license plate. Those kinds of things happen to me all the time as well.
Does any of it add up to anything? I doubt it. Sometimes there are little road markers (I frequently see them on Facebook) that just seem to pop up with no particular purpose other than they may play into something I told someone. Often times, when I share a lot of stuff at once, it's something that's telling a story about my day.
You just never know what's gonna happen. It's why I can't plan things for more than three minutes in advance.
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