The End of the World?

So a few mornings ago, I woke up with a giggle. Why? you ask. 

Well let me tell you. 

In my dream, something awful, horrible and terrible happened! Facebook ended! Not some 401 glitch, website down for repairs. I mean, it ended. No more facebook. For the entire world. 

Really, I mean it was hilarious when I woke up, to think that Facebook ending made it into my dream; but my dream self was absolutely devastated. So just think about it for a minute, what would facebook ending mean to you?  

Did I mention that I was a Psychology Major? (Actually UVU calls it Behavior Science, but whatever) Well, I am. And I'm particularly interested in the Social Psychology field, which I believe Facebook falls under. Besides that, I like to write, and I thought my dream would make a funny little short story so, in order to do a little research....

I DELETED MY FACEBOOK

Okay, technically I deactivated it, so all I have to do is sign in and I'll be there again; but for all intents and purposes, for the time being, I am officially OFF-LINE as far as Facebook is concerned. It's off my computer, it's off my phone. 

It has been a little over 36 hours since I signed off and while things haven't been particularly hard, I do feel an odd sense of...disconnect. 

Who's birthday is it today? Am I missing out on getting invited to an event? What are my friends talking about? Are Political posts still covering my feed? Has anyone noticed that I'm not currently on their friend list? 

I know I missed a perfectly good apology post from a friends' little sister to my friend. And it was all made possible because of my cupcakes. (My cupcakes bring people together, lets face it. I mean, why do you think I made so many friends when I was making cupcakes?) And I missed out on their facebook reunion! 

Five years ago, facebook was pretty new. Ten years ago, I'm pretty sure nothing like it had really even been thought up yet. How did I (we) get to the point where it's an accomplishment to go 36 hours without checking facebook? I have some 400-ish friends on facebook. Ten years ago, I would have lost contact with most of them. We might have met at a class reunion, maybe a mission reunion, or even exchanged Christmas newsletters. Now, there is almost no need of such things because we've got facebook. I know so and so is pregnant before her parents in some cases (that MIGHT be an exaggeration but not by far). 

What are your thoughts on this? Care to join my social experiment and spend a week or so without facebook? 

**Disclaimer: I do not hate facebook. I don't think facebook is evil. :) I just think it's an interesting thing to think about. and I know, this is just about facebook. I'm still blogging, pinning on on Pinterest, writeing on Wattpad, shoping on Amazon and gram-ing (couldn't think of anything else) on Instagram.**

PS: Here is a picture of my Halloween Katniss costume. Please admire my archer skills...

A Brief History part 2 (conclusion)

Daddy's home!!

 

 

 

 

 

Xander did not know what to do

John returned home when Xander was 8 months old, crazy! (In case you’re wondering, I do just fine on my own. My world/focus centered on my baby, I had my own house and money coming in each month, no worries!) About 2 months after his return I got pregnant again, followed by John starting a new job. A month or so before Tabby was born John’s contract with the Marine Corp ended (about 4 months early, it was messed up, people don’t know how to do proper paper work) so we lost that awesome insurance, but luckily his new job’s insurance started just in time. (but not as awesome as military)

cutest siblings!

Xander and Tabitha are 19 months apart. Which works, but I didn’t want to do that again, so hello to birth control. Tabby is now 18 months and we’re ready to start trying for child number 3, eek!

--Angela

Confessions of a school teacher

Hello all!  It has been my week to blog for about a week now, so hopefully Angie will forgive me for cramping her space:) I'm totally new to blogging, so I've had extreme difficulty deciding what to write for you all to read!  This is what you get....
I am the one and only third grade teacher at Pacific Northern Academy, and my class of 8 students keeps me busy all day and keeps me up all night.  8 students, you say?  That sounds far too easy!  Well, some days it is, and some days I want to pull my hair out.  But I love them anyway.  Being a teacher makes me think back to those days when I was a student in elementary and even middle school (I wasn't much of a student after that...).  I thought of my teachers as these amazing people who knew everything, had every minute planned, and were, essentially, perfect.  But now I know the truth....
In a recent before-school meeting, our pre-day discussion turned into a confession session.  One teacher admitted to failing all math tests ever given her.  Another confessed to cheating on a test and later being given an award for excellence on said test.  I divulged that after a particularly trying semester in college, my roommates and I had a book burning.  This meeting was super hilarious and reminded me that I do not have to be perfect to be a teacher.  I just have to pretend really well.