Last week I received a box in the mail from my sister. I was so happy to see it contained a box of candy. It was the cutest thing… all different kinds of candy in one little box. When I called my sister to thank her, she was aghast that it took several weeks for her Valentines gift for me to make its way from New York to Colorado.
I am working both days this weekend. That does not make me happy. Enough said about that.
Tomorrow I will see what time Masses are at the Cathedral and go there either on my way to work or on my way home, or maybe for a lunch break.
Can I confide in you guys for a minute? I know most bloggers say they are blogging for themselves, but I have never felt that way. I could write in my own journal if I didn’t want it to be a conversation. I have always loved the conversation that is a blog. I never see it as “I post something, you read it.” I want to hear from you.
I was bitching a while back about a ridiculous commenter – I don’t like rude, insulting comments. But I like most comments. When I don’t get any, I don’t see any reason to write another post.
I am not complaining about this, but I am wondering what the point of “like” ing a post is. I don’t get it. Why not just say “hi?” There must be some point or people wouldn’t do it – and God knows I don’t want to gripe about someone “like”ing something I wrote, but I seriously don’t get it.
It is a spring-like day. I would have dearly loved to have been outside in it. But I sat in a building with no windows facing anything other than another brick wall, and when I left, there was a dead man on the sidewalk in front of the building. The paramedics were picking him up.
hmmmm, no one’s going to “like” this one with gruesome little details like that, eh?
We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. — Romans 5:3-5
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That’s a thought provoking Scripture verse! It feels like a journey…suffering, endurance, character, hope, God’s love.
How thoughtful of your sister to send you that box of chocolates- very nice.
I watched a bit of the coverage of the Pope leaving Vatican City. I did not expect to feel anything but the tears would just not stop coming. Did you get a chance to see any of it?
Hope, I did not get a chance to see any of the coverage of the Pope leaving. I did however, spend a great deal of time moving numbers from an excel spreadsheet to a powerpoint presentation. That is what my life is now.
Lol. You must not Facebook much! Liking is like a high five, a pat on the back, a wink. It’s a good thing. Not everybody has time to read and also comment but when I’m in a hurry I can still check in and see what you’re writing about and give a thumbs up with a like as I have to run cook dinner or drive carpool or or or… Anyways I am a rebel so I will continue to “like” your posts whether you “like” it ir not hee hee. Just joking. If you don’t “like” it ill stop. But please like my posts because it makes me feel good if you do.
I’m on fb. I understand a “like” in the context of a photo, or a one sentence post. Blogging is so different from fb, because most posts are several paragraphs and tend to be very personal.
I have nothing against “likes”, I just don’t really understand.
Gotcha.
So sorry, but I gotta say, even though I’ve never clicked on “like” for any of your posts, that’s what I really really wanted to do after reading this post. Hmmm… Perhaps my almost overwhelming urge to do exactly what someone tells me not to do is something I ought to work on…
Oh, I understand that.
Nice to get the gift from your sister. I don’t Facebook so the likes aren’t my thing. I would rather comment. I do like to get comments too.
I really think the comments are almost the whole point of having a blog. Otherwise why not just write in a journal, right?
I agree. I get a lot of support from fellow bloggers. That has become so evident in recent years.
Those candies look so tempting! I like the conversation that can come from blogging, too. Even if it is just someone saying that they can relate, or that they support me, it doesn’t really matter what is said.
I agree Kelly, I feel the same way. When Dave was still blogging, sometimes he really didn’t agree with a lot of my stuff, and when he didn’t, he would write something like “Good Morning,” or “Dave was here.” I thought that was brilliant. I would do the same on his blog.
I don’t like Facebook – never have. I’m not on it and have no plans to be. When I email or call friends to find out what’s up some of them say, “….haven’t you been following me on Facebook?”
It’s a bizarre thing to hear. I love reading you and can’t tell you enough how your commitment is so wonderful. When you comment – regardless of the subject or content, even if you’re in a mood – you brighten my day and make me less lonely out here.
That gift of chocolate would have been wonderful thing to open! A bright, sweet treat in the midst of February. Winter is just blah. One of my favorite hymns, “In the Bleak Midwinter”….the writer must have felt the same way and just to got back to basics – trust in God.
Many years ago my nephew invited me to join facebook. I think it is a great way to keep in touch in a general way with my nieces and nephews. Of course, I now have many more “friends,” I have hidden the posts of most of them – I don’t need to read ignorant political views, insults to my religion, or pictures of naked people.
I can’t imagine thinking that people would know what is going on with me by “following” my posts. That’s a little bit narcissistic, don’t you think?
Just about all the comments I get anymore are spam on weight loss or financial schemes, I have been journaling more, not blogging because I guess it feels like no one is coming by anymore, but so much has been going on lately I dont know where to start or whether I should even say anything at all in relation to my new job. Anyway, I “like” coming here and reading and will continue to do so.
That is one of the good thngs about wordpress, spam gets spammed. Sometimes real comments do too, but I would rather miss a comment than be bombarded with the junk like I was on blogger.
I recently went through my blog and deleted a lot of stuff I thought was a bit too specific about my job. I know I shouldn’t blog about it at all, but I would have nothing to say if not about my job, because it has taken over my entire life.