A few days ago, I planned to whine to you all about how I wasn’t able to follow any more. I don’t know why. Well meaning folks tell me that I just need more folks to follow me because my “ratio” is off. Well, I am following about 3,900 people and 3,500 folks are following me. How is that so bad?? I don’t really know. I canceled any extra Twitter services that might be screwing things up and it all has amounted to nothing. I supposed I just have to hope for enough “Follow Friday” love to get me enough followers to make it all up.
However (remember I said I “planned” to write about Twitter), plans changed yesterday when a friend of the family passed away at her home. Just clarifying that it was her home. She was not over at my place, so no reaction to really bad recipes was involved. Though she was never a picture of health, it was a shock to us all. She leaves behind a husband, two children, a son-in-law and a little grand-daughter.
She was on Facebook and so is her daughter. Her daughter is a friend of mine on Facebook. I called my cousin to let her know what happened, as I didn’t want my cousin to find out what happened based on people saying they were sorry on the Facebook wall of the daughter. At this point, I really think I should have given everyone fake names, because its going to get too confusing to sort this all out, even though I am very clear in my mind who is here.
So I called Bictoria (not her real name), my cousin, to tell her the news before she found out on Facebook or casually posted to Velissa’s (not her real name) Facebook wall something silly not knowing what just happened. Of course, Bictoria told her parents, Jharlotte and Vohn, what happened.
The news got around to my 82 year old Grandmother, who told us, “When I die, don’t put me on Facebook!”
Grandma is a hot ticket; the type that will live to 110. I said, “Don’t worry Grandma, when you die, Facebook will be passe’ and there will be something even better.”
