I have been hearing about Facebook for ages now from my friends and my children. Ages, I tell you!
I was quite content to stick with Blogger and give Facebook a miss.
Ever hear how hindsight is 20/20? Well, they were right. Once I started accepting invitations, there was no end to it.
Facebook is a world unto itself. There is YoVille, Farmtown, Farmville, The Cotton Mill and the Candy Shack … and God knows what all other fresh shades of hell. I kept hearing about how much fun I was missing.
“You’ve got to come to Facebook,” they all cried. “It’s FUN!”
I went in and found that I had about a hundred invitations. My pal Evil Sister asked me, “OK, how does one enter Facebook one day and have 174 friends the next?” I had no answer for her. I simply was acknowledging invitations.
Okay, so does anyone realize that I have been missing from Blogger for over a MONTH? Did anyone send out a search party to find out what might be going on? If so, I didn’t see you waving at me on that distant shore known as Bejeweled Blitz world.
Yes, Facebook has games, too. By the way, Facebook has a new apartment for me as well. My friends and family keep sending me gifts with which to furnish this apartment. Of course it took me days to figure out how to accept the gifts and then place them in my new pad. My new apartment looks great. The house I actually live in looks like hell but my new apartment is set up for a party all the time.
So I of course accepted an invite to be a neighbor in Farmville. Great. The garden outside needs weeding and mulching, but I’m in Facebook Hell trying to keep the herd of cattle that my friends blessed me with from eating the crops that I “planted” and intended to harvest. If I get one more tree I’ll have a forest almost as dense as the one I have in my actual world.
I need a cattle dog to herd the cattle, a sheep dog to herd the sheep, but does anyone send me one as a gift to go along with the bovine crew? Or a fence? No, I’m expected to go harvest other neighbors’ crops to earn the coins to buy my own fences. And possibly dogs. And my darling Anna (DIL) sent me the gift of a cat for my YoVille Apartment. Now why didn’t I see that one coming?
I was talking to Evil Sister the other day and she said, “What are you doing in Farmville? I sent you an invitation to be my neighbor in Farmtown! It’s a lot more fun … you need to come check it out!”
I have noticed a twitch in my left eye and my right hand seems to have a mouse attached to it permanently. I can’t put it down. And then last night I saw a new game a friend had been playing. It was Break the Brick Wall. So I had to go check it out.
The twitch is decidedly worse and I’m overdosing on caffeine. Please, someone send me a passport back to the real world!
I really must go now … I hear a cat calling me and I’m not sure if it’s the one in my YoVille apartment or one of the ones who live a real life in my real world.
Facebook. It’s stolen my life.
— Sandi McBride is a resident of Jefferson who blogs regularly and enjoys her garden and her furry and feathered friends. She is a wife and mother of two sons.