Above is a photo taken last Thursday in my retirement community at our All Resident Council meeting, I am on left and our council secretary is on right. Great meeting. We had our General Manager field questions and to my surprise, our "gym" was the big issue! Who knew?
So, next up is working on getting our gym area to shape up! I'm looking forward to this.
This post is not about any of that though, it is about what was going on while I sat at the meeting, presiding over business. Who knew?
Back in my apt., next to my lift-chair, inside my computer, all Hell was breaking loose! Some of my blog peeps will know what I mean. As soon as I saw my Face book page, my jaw dropped! There, on a thread I started about my bridge game dilemma with a 98 year old player, were over ONE HUNDRED comments! For those of you not into Face book (and I NEVER thought I would be) that is a lot of comments. What they were about was the big surprise.
My FB friends were fighting, arguing, apologizing, restating, one even called for, "DIANE, HELP." You see, one person, well, how do I say this...went verbally postal. She began threatening people, saying she was calling the police on them, recording them (HUH??), and accusing ME of making up that I played bridge, that any 98 year-old woman existed, that *I* existed (she claimed I was actually this other friend of mine on FB, and in fact claimed that to HER, got into it with HER on yet another thread I started about J Lo & Marc divorcing --how heterosexuals are ruining civilization, but I spelled civilization wrong and that blew the joke for crazy-lady...I REALLY need to get those new glasses!!) and she swore that I had posted the same complaint about a 98 year old bridge player two years ago, she kept a history and again, she was calling the cops. "...the typo police?" my new FB friend asked.
It was just so insane and I felt terrible that I was away, unable to speak (type) to these accusations, defend my friends and block crazy from my FB before she upset every nice friend I have on there. Plus I started thinking THEY might believe her and wonder if *I* was the crazy-lady.
Well, I got to thinking, how DOES one prove on FB or blogs that they are "real?" (She didn't seem to care that one commenter KNEW who I was speaking of , but that could have been staged?) Were all the photos of me and my family/friends not proof enough? I suppose they could just be any photos. I was hoping one of my FBers(ooo, did I coin a new word?) would comment, "I know Diane is real!" But, they came late to the party. This concept, the Internet world of virtual people, has befuddled me. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet some of my fellow bloggers last year, both to prove I was real and to find out how "real" they were!
I found out they were all VERY real, except for one who wants to keep a pseudonym (which, if I had a brain, I should have done myself), and even that blogger is as real as they come, by that I mean what they write on their blogs is truth, their photos are not doctored---it restored my faith in 'humanity on the Internet'. (Sure, there will be a few liars, but true in life as well.)
So, crazy lady, if you happen to read this (I blocked her from my FB, though she still emailed me and called me every horrible name in my book, selfish, liar, fraud, faker...) there I am at a meeting and that is why I couldn't "get right back" to your accusations on FB. I really am ME. I really have MS. I really play bridge. And IF I was even ON FB two years ago, I may have been talking about the bff of THIS 98 year old who is a year different in age, and once gave me as much flack as her bff. And THAT is just all too complicated to go into on FB.
I'm tellin' ya, I should have stayed off FB...it is very addicting, just like coffee at Starbuck's and chats with new friends there.
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Above is a photo taken last Thursday in my retirement community at our All Resident Council meeting, I am on left and our council secretary is on right. Great meeting. We had our General Manager field questions and to my surprise, our "gym" was the big issue! Who knew?
So, next up is working on getting our gym area to shape up! I'm looking forward to this.
This post is not about any of that though, it is about what was going on while I sat at the meeting, presiding over business. Who knew?
Back in my apt., next to my lift-chair, inside my computer, all Hell was breaking loose! Some of my blog peeps will know what I mean. As soon as I saw my Face book page, my jaw dropped! There, on a thread I started about my bridge game dilemma with a 98 year old player, were over ONE HUNDRED comments! For those of you not into Face book (and I NEVER thought I would be) that is a lot of comments. What they were about was the big surprise.
My FB friends were fighting, arguing, apologizing, restating, one even called for, "DIANE, HELP." You see, one person, well, how do I say this...went verbally postal. She began threatening people, saying she was calling the police on them, recording them (HUH??), and accusing ME of making up that I played bridge, that any 98 year-old woman existed, that *I* existed (she claimed I was actually this other friend of mine on FB, and in fact claimed that to HER, got into it with HER on yet another thread I started about J Lo & Marc divorcing --how heterosexuals are ruining civilization, but I spelled civilization wrong and that blew the joke for crazy-lady...I REALLY need to get those new glasses!!) and she swore that I had posted the same complaint about a 98 year old bridge player two years ago, she kept a history and again, she was calling the cops. "...the typo police?" my new FB friend asked.
It was just so insane and I felt terrible that I was away, unable to speak (type) to these accusations, defend my friends and block crazy from my FB before she upset every nice friend I have on there. Plus I started thinking THEY might believe her and wonder if *I* was the crazy-lady.
Well, I got to thinking, how DOES one prove on FB or blogs that they are "real?" (She didn't seem to care that one commenter KNEW who I was speaking of , but that could have been staged?) Were all the photos of me and my family/friends not proof enough? I suppose they could just be any photos. I was hoping one of my FBers(ooo, did I coin a new word?) would comment, "I know Diane is real!" But, they came late to the party. This concept, the Internet world of virtual people, has befuddled me. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet some of my fellow bloggers last year, both to prove I was real and to find out how "real" they were!
I found out they were all VERY real, except for one who wants to keep a pseudonym (which, if I had a brain, I should have done myself), and even that blogger is as real as they come, by that I mean what they write on their blogs is truth, their photos are not doctored---it restored my faith in 'humanity on the Internet'. (Sure, there will be a few liars, but true in life as well.)
So, crazy lady, if you happen to read this (I blocked her from my FB, though she still emailed me and called me every horrible name in my book, selfish, liar, fraud, faker...) there I am at a meeting and that is why I couldn't "get right back" to your accusations on FB. I really am ME. I really have MS. I really play bridge. And IF I was even ON FB two years ago, I may have been talking about the bff of THIS 98 year old who is a year different in age, and once gave me as much flack as her bff. And THAT is just all too complicated to go into on FB.
I'm tellin' ya, I should have stayed off FB...it is very addicting, just like coffee at Starbuck's and chats with new friends there.
Above is a photo taken last Thursday in my retirement community at our All Resident Council meeting, I am on left and our council secretary is on right. Great meeting. We had our General Manager field questions and to my surprise, our "gym" was the big issue! Who knew?
So, next up is working on getting our gym area to shape up! I'm looking forward to this.
This post is not about any of that though, it is about what was going on while I sat at the meeting, presiding over business. Who knew?
Back in my apt., next to my lift-chair, inside my computer, all Hell was breaking loose! Some of my blog peeps will know what I mean. As soon as I saw my Face book page, my jaw dropped! There, on a thread I started about my bridge game dilemma with a 98 year old player, were over ONE HUNDRED comments! For those of you not into Face book (and I NEVER thought I would be) that is a lot of comments. What they were about was the big surprise.
My FB friends were fighting, arguing, apologizing, restating, one even called for, "DIANE, HELP." You see, one person, well, how do I say this...went verbally postal. She began threatening people, saying she was calling the police on them, recording them (HUH??), and accusing ME of making up that I played bridge, that any 98 year-old woman existed, that *I* existed (she claimed I was actually this other friend of mine on FB, and in fact claimed that to HER, got into it with HER on yet another thread I started about J Lo & Marc divorcing --how heterosexuals are ruining civilization, but I spelled civilization wrong and that blew the joke for crazy-lady...I REALLY need to get those new glasses!!) and she swore that I had posted the same complaint about a 98 year old bridge player two years ago, she kept a history and again, she was calling the cops. "...the typo police?" my new FB friend asked.
It was just so insane and I felt terrible that I was away, unable to speak (type) to these accusations, defend my friends and block crazy from my FB before she upset every nice friend I have on there. Plus I started thinking THEY might believe her and wonder if *I* was the crazy-lady.
Well, I got to thinking, how DOES one prove on FB or blogs that they are "real?" (She didn't seem to care that one commenter KNEW who I was speaking of , but that could have been staged?) Were all the photos of me and my family/friends not proof enough? I suppose they could just be any photos. I was hoping one of my FBers(ooo, did I coin a new word?) would comment, "I know Diane is real!" But, they came late to the party. This concept, the Internet world of virtual people, has befuddled me. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet some of my fellow bloggers last year, both to prove I was real and to find out how "real" they were!
I found out they were all VERY real, except for one who wants to keep a pseudonym (which, if I had a brain, I should have done myself), and even that blogger is as real as they come, by that I mean what they write on their blogs is truth, their photos are not doctored---it restored my faith in 'humanity on the Internet'. (Sure, there will be a few liars, but true in life as well.)
So, crazy lady, if you happen to read this (I blocked her from my FB, though she still emailed me and called me every horrible name in my book, selfish, liar, fraud, faker...) there I am at a meeting and that is why I couldn't "get right back" to your accusations on FB. I really am ME. I really have MS. I really play bridge. And IF I was even ON FB two years ago, I may have been talking about the bff of THIS 98 year old who is a year different in age, and once gave me as much flack as her bff. And THAT is just all too complicated to go into on FB.
I'm tellin' ya, I should have stayed off FB...it is very addicting, just like coffee at Starbuck's and chats with new friends there.
Above is a photo taken last Thursday in my retirement community at our All Resident Council meeting, I am on left and our council secretary is on right. Great meeting. We had our General Manager field questions and to my surprise, our "gym" was the big issue! Who knew?
So, next up is working on getting our gym area to shape up! I'm looking forward to this.
This post is not about any of that though, it is about what was going on while I sat at the meeting, presiding over business. Who knew?
Back in my apt., next to my lift-chair, inside my computer, all Hell was breaking loose! Some of my blog peeps will know what I mean. As soon as I saw my Face book page, my jaw dropped! There, on a thread I started about my bridge game dilemma with a 98 year old player, were over ONE HUNDRED comments! For those of you not into Face book (and I NEVER thought I would be) that is a lot of comments. What they were about was the big surprise.
My FB friends were fighting, arguing, apologizing, restating, one even called for, "DIANE, HELP." You see, one person, well, how do I say this...went verbally postal. She began threatening people, saying she was calling the police on them, recording them (HUH??), and accusing ME of making up that I played bridge, that any 98 year-old woman existed, that *I* existed (she claimed I was actually this other friend of mine on FB, and in fact claimed that to HER, got into it with HER on yet another thread I started about J Lo & Marc divorcing --how heterosexuals are ruining civilization, but I spelled civilization wrong and that blew the joke for crazy-lady...I REALLY need to get those new glasses!!) and she swore that I had posted the same complaint about a 98 year old bridge player two years ago, she kept a history and again, she was calling the cops. "...the typo police?" my new FB friend asked.
It was just so insane and I felt terrible that I was away, unable to speak (type) to these accusations, defend my friends and block crazy from my FB before she upset every nice friend I have on there. Plus I started thinking THEY might believe her and wonder if *I* was the crazy-lady.
Well, I got to thinking, how DOES one prove on FB or blogs that they are "real?" (She didn't seem to care that one commenter KNEW who I was speaking of , but that could have been staged?) Were all the photos of me and my family/friends not proof enough? I suppose they could just be any photos. I was hoping one of my FBers(ooo, did I coin a new word?) would comment, "I know Diane is real!" But, they came late to the party. This concept, the Internet world of virtual people, has befuddled me. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet some of my fellow bloggers last year, both to prove I was real and to find out how "real" they were!
I found out they were all VERY real, except for one who wants to keep a pseudonym (which, if I had a brain, I should have done myself), and even that blogger is as real as they come, by that I mean what they write on their blogs is truth, their photos are not doctored---it restored my faith in 'humanity on the Internet'. (Sure, there will be a few liars, but true in life as well.)
So, crazy lady, if you happen to read this (I blocked her from my FB, though she still emailed me and called me every horrible name in my book, selfish, liar, fraud, faker...) there I am at a meeting and that is why I couldn't "get right back" to your accusations on FB. I really am ME. I really have MS. I really play bridge. And IF I was even ON FB two years ago, I may have been talking about the bff of THIS 98 year old who is a year different in age, and once gave me as much flack as her bff. And THAT is just all too complicated to go into on FB.
I'm tellin' ya, I should have stayed off FB...it is very addicting, just like coffee at Starbuck's and chats with new friends there.
Above is a photo taken last Thursday in my retirement community at our All Resident Council meeting, I am on left and our council secretary is on right. Great meeting. We had our General Manager field questions and to my surprise, our "gym" was the big issue! Who knew?
So, next up is working on getting our gym area to shape up! I'm looking forward to this.
This post is not about any of that though, it is about what was going on while I sat at the meeting, presiding over business. Who knew?
Back in my apt., next to my lift-chair, inside my computer, all Hell was breaking loose! Some of my blog peeps will know what I mean. As soon as I saw my Face book page, my jaw dropped! There, on a thread I started about my bridge game dilemma with a 98 year old player, were over ONE HUNDRED comments! For those of you not into Face book (and I NEVER thought I would be) that is a lot of comments. What they were about was the big surprise.
My FB friends were fighting, arguing, apologizing, restating, one even called for, "DIANE, HELP." You see, one person, well, how do I say this...went verbally postal. She began threatening people, saying she was calling the police on them, recording them (HUH??), and accusing ME of making up that I played bridge, that any 98 year-old woman existed, that *I* existed (she claimed I was actually this other friend of mine on FB, and in fact claimed that to HER, got into it with HER on yet another thread I started about J Lo & Marc divorcing --how heterosexuals are ruining civilization, but I spelled civilization wrong and that blew the joke for crazy-lady...I REALLY need to get those new glasses!!) and she swore that I had posted the same complaint about a 98 year old bridge player two years ago, she kept a history and again, she was calling the cops. "...the typo police?" my new FB friend asked.
It was just so insane and I felt terrible that I was away, unable to speak (type) to these accusations, defend my friends and block crazy from my FB before she upset every nice friend I have on there. Plus I started thinking THEY might believe her and wonder if *I* was the crazy-lady.
Well, I got to thinking, how DOES one prove on FB or blogs that they are "real?" (She didn't seem to care that one commenter KNEW who I was speaking of , but that could have been staged?) Were all the photos of me and my family/friends not proof enough? I suppose they could just be any photos. I was hoping one of my FBers(ooo, did I coin a new word?) would comment, "I know Diane is real!" But, they came late to the party. This concept, the Internet world of virtual people, has befuddled me. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet some of my fellow bloggers last year, both to prove I was real and to find out how "real" they were!
I found out they were all VERY real, except for one who wants to keep a pseudonym (which, if I had a brain, I should have done myself), and even that blogger is as real as they come, by that I mean what they write on their blogs is truth, their photos are not doctored---it restored my faith in 'humanity on the Internet'. (Sure, there will be a few liars, but true in life as well.)
So, crazy lady, if you happen to read this (I blocked her from my FB, though she still emailed me and called me every horrible name in my book, selfish, liar, fraud, faker...) there I am at a meeting and that is why I couldn't "get right back" to your accusations on FB. I really am ME. I really have MS. I really play bridge. And IF I was even ON FB two years ago, I may have been talking about the bff of THIS 98 year old who is a year different in age, and once gave me as much flack as her bff. And THAT is just all too complicated to go into on FB.
I'm tellin' ya, I should have stayed off FB...it is very addicting, just like coffee at Starbuck's and chats with new friends there.
Above is a photo taken last Thursday in my retirement community at our All Resident Council meeting, I am on left and our council secretary is on right. Great meeting. We had our General Manager field questions and to my surprise, our "gym" was the big issue! Who knew?
So, next up is working on getting our gym area to shape up! I'm looking forward to this.
This post is not about any of that though, it is about what was going on while I sat at the meeting, presiding over business. Who knew?
Back in my apt., next to my lift-chair, inside my computer, all Hell was breaking loose! Some of my blog peeps will know what I mean. As soon as I saw my Face book page, my jaw dropped! There, on a thread I started about my bridge game dilemma with a 98 year old player, were over ONE HUNDRED comments! For those of you not into Face book (and I NEVER thought I would be) that is a lot of comments. What they were about was the big surprise.
My FB friends were fighting, arguing, apologizing, restating, one even called for, "DIANE, HELP." You see, one person, well, how do I say this...went verbally postal. She began threatening people, saying she was calling the police on them, recording them (HUH??), and accusing ME of making up that I played bridge, that any 98 year-old woman existed, that *I* existed (she claimed I was actually this other friend of mine on FB, and in fact claimed that to HER, got into it with HER on yet another thread I started about J Lo & Marc divorcing --how heterosexuals are ruining civilization, but I spelled civilization wrong and that blew the joke for crazy-lady...I REALLY need to get those new glasses!!) and she swore that I had posted the same complaint about a 98 year old bridge player two years ago, she kept a history and again, she was calling the cops. "...the typo police?" my new FB friend asked.
It was just so insane and I felt terrible that I was away, unable to speak (type) to these accusations, defend my friends and block crazy from my FB before she upset every nice friend I have on there. Plus I started thinking THEY might believe her and wonder if *I* was the crazy-lady.
Well, I got to thinking, how DOES one prove on FB or blogs that they are "real?" (She didn't seem to care that one commenter KNEW who I was speaking of , but that could have been staged?) Were all the photos of me and my family/friends not proof enough? I suppose they could just be any photos. I was hoping one of my FBers(ooo, did I coin a new word?) would comment, "I know Diane is real!" But, they came late to the party. This concept, the Internet world of virtual people, has befuddled me. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet some of my fellow bloggers last year, both to prove I was real and to find out how "real" they were!
I found out they were all VERY real, except for one who wants to keep a pseudonym (which, if I had a brain, I should have done myself), and even that blogger is as real as they come, by that I mean what they write on their blogs is truth, their photos are not doctored---it restored my faith in 'humanity on the Internet'. (Sure, there will be a few liars, but true in life as well.)
So, crazy lady, if you happen to read this (I blocked her from my FB, though she still emailed me and called me every horrible name in my book, selfish, liar, fraud, faker...) there I am at a meeting and that is why I couldn't "get right back" to your accusations on FB. I really am ME. I really have MS. I really play bridge. And IF I was even ON FB two years ago, I may have been talking about the bff of THIS 98 year old who is a year different in age, and once gave me as much flack as her bff. And THAT is just all too complicated to go into on FB.
I'm tellin' ya, I should have stayed off FB...it is very addicting, just like coffee at Starbuck's and chats with new friends there.
Above is a photo taken last Thursday in my retirement community at our All Resident Council meeting, I am on left and our council secretary is on right. Great meeting. We had our General Manager field questions and to my surprise, our "gym" was the big issue! Who knew?
So, next up is working on getting our gym area to shape up! I'm looking forward to this.
This post is not about any of that though, it is about what was going on while I sat at the meeting, presiding over business. Who knew?
Back in my apt., next to my lift-chair, inside my computer, all Hell was breaking loose! Some of my blog peeps will know what I mean. As soon as I saw my Face book page, my jaw dropped! There, on a thread I started about my bridge game dilemma with a 98 year old player, were over ONE HUNDRED comments! For those of you not into Face book (and I NEVER thought I would be) that is a lot of comments. What they were about was the big surprise.
My FB friends were fighting, arguing, apologizing, restating, one even called for, "DIANE, HELP." You see, one person, well, how do I say this...went verbally postal. She began threatening people, saying she was calling the police on them, recording them (HUH??), and accusing ME of making up that I played bridge, that any 98 year-old woman existed, that *I* existed (she claimed I was actually this other friend of mine on FB, and in fact claimed that to HER, got into it with HER on yet another thread I started about J Lo & Marc divorcing --how heterosexuals are ruining civilization, but I spelled civilization wrong and that blew the joke for crazy-lady...I REALLY need to get those new glasses!!) and she swore that I had posted the same complaint about a 98 year old bridge player two years ago, she kept a history and again, she was calling the cops. "...the typo police?" my new FB friend asked.
It was just so insane and I felt terrible that I was away, unable to speak (type) to these accusations, defend my friends and block crazy from my FB before she upset every nice friend I have on there. Plus I started thinking THEY might believe her and wonder if *I* was the crazy-lady.
Well, I got to thinking, how DOES one prove on FB or blogs that they are "real?" (She didn't seem to care that one commenter KNEW who I was speaking of , but that could have been staged?) Were all the photos of me and my family/friends not proof enough? I suppose they could just be any photos. I was hoping one of my FBers(ooo, did I coin a new word?) would comment, "I know Diane is real!" But, they came late to the party. This concept, the Internet world of virtual people, has befuddled me. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet some of my fellow bloggers last year, both to prove I was real and to find out how "real" they were!
I found out they were all VERY real, except for one who wants to keep a pseudonym (which, if I had a brain, I should have done myself), and even that blogger is as real as they come, by that I mean what they write on their blogs is truth, their photos are not doctored---it restored my faith in 'humanity on the Internet'. (Sure, there will be a few liars, but true in life as well.)
So, crazy lady, if you happen to read this (I blocked her from my FB, though she still emailed me and called me every horrible name in my book, selfish, liar, fraud, faker...) there I am at a meeting and that is why I couldn't "get right back" to your accusations on FB. I really am ME. I really have MS. I really play bridge. And IF I was even ON FB two years ago, I may have been talking about the bff of THIS 98 year old who is a year different in age, and once gave me as much flack as her bff. And THAT is just all too complicated to go into on FB.
I'm tellin' ya, I should have stayed off FB...it is very addicting, just like coffee at Starbuck's and chats with new friends there.
Above is a photo taken last Thursday in my retirement community at our All Resident Council meeting, I am on left and our council secretary is on right. Great meeting. We had our General Manager field questions and to my surprise, our "gym" was the big issue! Who knew?
So, next up is working on getting our gym area to shape up! I'm looking forward to this.
This post is not about any of that though, it is about what was going on while I sat at the meeting, presiding over business. Who knew?
Back in my apt., next to my lift-chair, inside my computer, all Hell was breaking loose! Some of my blog peeps will know what I mean. As soon as I saw my Face book page, my jaw dropped! There, on a thread I started about my bridge game dilemma with a 98 year old player, were over ONE HUNDRED comments! For those of you not into Face book (and I NEVER thought I would be) that is a lot of comments. What they were about was the big surprise.
My FB friends were fighting, arguing, apologizing, restating, one even called for, "DIANE, HELP." You see, one person, well, how do I say this...went verbally postal. She began threatening people, saying she was calling the police on them, recording them (HUH??), and accusing ME of making up that I played bridge, that any 98 year-old woman existed, that *I* existed (she claimed I was actually this other friend of mine on FB, and in fact claimed that to HER, got into it with HER on yet another thread I started about J Lo & Marc divorcing --how heterosexuals are ruining civilization, but I spelled civilization wrong and that blew the joke for crazy-lady...I REALLY need to get those new glasses!!) and she swore that I had posted the same complaint about a 98 year old bridge player two years ago, she kept a history and again, she was calling the cops. "...the typo police?" my new FB friend asked.
It was just so insane and I felt terrible that I was away, unable to speak (type) to these accusations, defend my friends and block crazy from my FB before she upset every nice friend I have on there. Plus I started thinking THEY might believe her and wonder if *I* was the crazy-lady.
Well, I got to thinking, how DOES one prove on FB or blogs that they are "real?" (She didn't seem to care that one commenter KNEW who I was speaking of , but that could have been staged?) Were all the photos of me and my family/friends not proof enough? I suppose they could just be any photos. I was hoping one of my FBers(ooo, did I coin a new word?) would comment, "I know Diane is real!" But, they came late to the party. This concept, the Internet world of virtual people, has befuddled me. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet some of my fellow bloggers last year, both to prove I was real and to find out how "real" they were!
I found out they were all VERY real, except for one who wants to keep a pseudonym (which, if I had a brain, I should have done myself), and even that blogger is as real as they come, by that I mean what they write on their blogs is truth, their photos are not doctored---it restored my faith in 'humanity on the Internet'. (Sure, there will be a few liars, but true in life as well.)
So, crazy lady, if you happen to read this (I blocked her from my FB, though she still emailed me and called me every horrible name in my book, selfish, liar, fraud, faker...) there I am at a meeting and that is why I couldn't "get right back" to your accusations on FB. I really am ME. I really have MS. I really play bridge. And IF I was even ON FB two years ago, I may have been talking about the bff of THIS 98 year old who is a year different in age, and once gave me as much flack as her bff. And THAT is just all too complicated to go into on FB.
I'm tellin' ya, I should have stayed off FB...it is very addicting, just like coffee at Starbuck's and chats with new friends there.
Above is a photo taken last Thursday in my retirement community at our All Resident Council meeting, I am on left and our council secretary is on right. Great meeting. We had our General Manager field questions and to my surprise, our "gym" was the big issue! Who knew?
So, next up is working on getting our gym area to shape up! I'm looking forward to this.
This post is not about any of that though, it is about what was going on while I sat at the meeting, presiding over business. Who knew?
Back in my apt., next to my lift-chair, inside my computer, all Hell was breaking loose! Some of my blog peeps will know what I mean. As soon as I saw my Face book page, my jaw dropped! There, on a thread I started about my bridge game dilemma with a 98 year old player, were over ONE HUNDRED comments! For those of you not into Face book (and I NEVER thought I would be) that is a lot of comments. What they were about was the big surprise.
My FB friends were fighting, arguing, apologizing, restating, one even called for, "DIANE, HELP." You see, one person, well, how do I say this...went verbally postal. She began threatening people, saying she was calling the police on them, recording them (HUH??), and accusing ME of making up that I played bridge, that any 98 year-old woman existed, that *I* existed (she claimed I was actually this other friend of mine on FB, and in fact claimed that to HER, got into it with HER on yet another thread I started about J Lo & Marc divorcing --how heterosexuals are ruining civilization, but I spelled civilization wrong and that blew the joke for crazy-lady...I REALLY need to get those new glasses!!) and she swore that I had posted the same complaint about a 98 year old bridge player two years ago, she kept a history and again, she was calling the cops. "...the typo police?" my new FB friend asked.
It was just so insane and I felt terrible that I was away, unable to speak (type) to these accusations, defend my friends and block crazy from my FB before she upset every nice friend I have on there. Plus I started thinking THEY might believe her and wonder if *I* was the crazy-lady.
Well, I got to thinking, how DOES one prove on FB or blogs that they are "real?" (She didn't seem to care that one commenter KNEW who I was speaking of , but that could have been staged?) Were all the photos of me and my family/friends not proof enough? I suppose they could just be any photos. I was hoping one of my FBers(ooo, did I coin a new word?) would comment, "I know Diane is real!" But, they came late to the party. This concept, the Internet world of virtual people, has befuddled me. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet some of my fellow bloggers last year, both to prove I was real and to find out how "real" they were!
I found out they were all VERY real, except for one who wants to keep a pseudonym (which, if I had a brain, I should have done myself), and even that blogger is as real as they come, by that I mean what they write on their blogs is truth, their photos are not doctored---it restored my faith in 'humanity on the Internet'. (Sure, there will be a few liars, but true in life as well.)
So, crazy lady, if you happen to read this (I blocked her from my FB, though she still emailed me and called me every horrible name in my book, selfish, liar, fraud, faker...) there I am at a meeting and that is why I couldn't "get right back" to your accusations on FB. I really am ME. I really have MS. I really play bridge. And IF I was even ON FB two years ago, I may have been talking about the bff of THIS 98 year old who is a year different in age, and once gave me as much flack as her bff. And THAT is just all too complicated to go into on FB.
I'm tellin' ya, I should have stayed off FB...it is very addicting, just like coffee at Starbuck's and chats with new friends there.
Above is a photo taken last Thursday in my retirement community at our All Resident Council meeting, I am on left and our council secretary is on right. Great meeting. We had our General Manager field questions and to my surprise, our "gym" was the big issue! Who knew?
So, next up is working on getting our gym area to shape up! I'm looking forward to this.
This post is not about any of that though, it is about what was going on while I sat at the meeting, presiding over business. Who knew?
Back in my apt., next to my lift-chair, inside my computer, all Hell was breaking loose! Some of my blog peeps will know what I mean. As soon as I saw my Face book page, my jaw dropped! There, on a thread I started about my bridge game dilemma with a 98 year old player, were over ONE HUNDRED comments! For those of you not into Face book (and I NEVER thought I would be) that is a lot of comments. What they were about was the big surprise.
My FB friends were fighting, arguing, apologizing, restating, one even called for, "DIANE, HELP." You see, one person, well, how do I say this...went verbally postal. She began threatening people, saying she was calling the police on them, recording them (HUH??), and accusing ME of making up that I played bridge, that any 98 year-old woman existed, that *I* existed (she claimed I was actually this other friend of mine on FB, and in fact claimed that to HER, got into it with HER on yet another thread I started about J Lo & Marc divorcing --how heterosexuals are ruining civilization, but I spelled civilization wrong and that blew the joke for crazy-lady...I REALLY need to get those new glasses!!) and she swore that I had posted the same complaint about a 98 year old bridge player two years ago, she kept a history and again, she was calling the cops. "...the typo police?" my new FB friend asked.
It was just so insane and I felt terrible that I was away, unable to speak (type) to these accusations, defend my friends and block crazy from my FB before she upset every nice friend I have on there. Plus I started thinking THEY might believe her and wonder if *I* was the crazy-lady.
Well, I got to thinking, how DOES one prove on FB or blogs that they are "real?" (She didn't seem to care that one commenter KNEW who I was speaking of , but that could have been staged?) Were all the photos of me and my family/friends not proof enough? I suppose they could just be any photos. I was hoping one of my FBers(ooo, did I coin a new word?) would comment, "I know Diane is real!" But, they came late to the party. This concept, the Internet world of virtual people, has befuddled me. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet some of my fellow bloggers last year, both to prove I was real and to find out how "real" they were!
I found out they were all VERY real, except for one who wants to keep a pseudonym (which, if I had a brain, I should have done myself), and even that blogger is as real as they come, by that I mean what they write on their blogs is truth, their photos are not doctored---it restored my faith in 'humanity on the Internet'. (Sure, there will be a few liars, but true in life as well.)
So, crazy lady, if you happen to read this (I blocked her from my FB, though she still emailed me and called me every horrible name in my book, selfish, liar, fraud, faker...) there I am at a meeting and that is why I couldn't "get right back" to your accusations on FB. I really am ME. I really have MS. I really play bridge. And IF I was even ON FB two years ago, I may have been talking about the bff of THIS 98 year old who is a year different in age, and once gave me as much flack as her bff. And THAT is just all too complicated to go into on FB.
I'm tellin' ya, I should have stayed off FB...it is very addicting, just like coffee at Starbuck's and chats with new friends there.
Above is a photo taken last Thursday in my retirement community at our All Resident Council meeting, I am on left and our council secretary is on right. Great meeting. We had our General Manager field questions and to my surprise, our "gym" was the big issue! Who knew?
So, next up is working on getting our gym area to shape up! I'm looking forward to this.
This post is not about any of that though, it is about what was going on while I sat at the meeting, presiding over business. Who knew?
Back in my apt., next to my lift-chair, inside my computer, all Hell was breaking loose! Some of my blog peeps will know what I mean. As soon as I saw my Face book page, my jaw dropped! There, on a thread I started about my bridge game dilemma with a 98 year old player, were over ONE HUNDRED comments! For those of you not into Face book (and I NEVER thought I would be) that is a lot of comments. What they were about was the big surprise.
My FB friends were fighting, arguing, apologizing, restating, one even called for, "DIANE, HELP." You see, one person, well, how do I say this...went verbally postal. She began threatening people, saying she was calling the police on them, recording them (HUH??), and accusing ME of making up that I played bridge, that any 98 year-old woman existed, that *I* existed (she claimed I was actually this other friend of mine on FB, and in fact claimed that to HER, got into it with HER on yet another thread I started about J Lo & Marc divorcing --how heterosexuals are ruining civilization, but I spelled civilization wrong and that blew the joke for crazy-lady...I REALLY need to get those new glasses!!) and she swore that I had posted the same complaint about a 98 year old bridge player two years ago, she kept a history and again, she was calling the cops. "...the typo police?" my new FB friend asked.
It was just so insane and I felt terrible that I was away, unable to speak (type) to these accusations, defend my friends and block crazy from my FB before she upset every nice friend I have on there. Plus I started thinking THEY might believe her and wonder if *I* was the crazy-lady.
Well, I got to thinking, how DOES one prove on FB or blogs that they are "real?" (She didn't seem to care that one commenter KNEW who I was speaking of , but that could have been staged?) Were all the photos of me and my family/friends not proof enough? I suppose they could just be any photos. I was hoping one of my FBers(ooo, did I coin a new word?) would comment, "I know Diane is real!" But, they came late to the party. This concept, the Internet world of virtual people, has befuddled me. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet some of my fellow bloggers last year, both to prove I was real and to find out how "real" they were!
I found out they were all VERY real, except for one who wants to keep a pseudonym (which, if I had a brain, I should have done myself), and even that blogger is as real as they come, by that I mean what they write on their blogs is truth, their photos are not doctored---it restored my faith in 'humanity on the Internet'. (Sure, there will be a few liars, but true in life as well.)
So, crazy lady, if you happen to read this (I blocked her from my FB, though she still emailed me and called me every horrible name in my book, selfish, liar, fraud, faker...) there I am at a meeting and that is why I couldn't "get right back" to your accusations on FB. I really am ME. I really have MS. I really play bridge. And IF I was even ON FB two years ago, I may have been talking about the bff of THIS 98 year old who is a year different in age, and once gave me as much flack as her bff. And THAT is just all too complicated to go into on FB.
I'm tellin' ya, I should have stayed off FB...it is very addicting, just like coffee at Starbuck's and chats with new friends there.
Above is a photo taken last Thursday in my retirement community at our All Resident Council meeting, I am on left and our council secretary is on right. Great meeting. We had our General Manager field questions and to my surprise, our "gym" was the big issue! Who knew?
So, next up is working on getting our gym area to shape up! I'm looking forward to this.
This post is not about any of that though, it is about what was going on while I sat at the meeting, presiding over business. Who knew?
Back in my apt., next to my lift-chair, inside my computer, all Hell was breaking loose! Some of my blog peeps will know what I mean. As soon as I saw my Face book page, my jaw dropped! There, on a thread I started about my bridge game dilemma with a 98 year old player, were over ONE HUNDRED comments! For those of you not into Face book (and I NEVER thought I would be) that is a lot of comments. What they were about was the big surprise.
My FB friends were fighting, arguing, apologizing, restating, one even called for, "DIANE, HELP." You see, one person, well, how do I say this...went verbally postal. She began threatening people, saying she was calling the police on them, recording them (HUH??), and accusing ME of making up that I played bridge, that any 98 year-old woman existed, that *I* existed (she claimed I was actually this other friend of mine on FB, and in fact claimed that to HER, got into it with HER on yet another thread I started about J Lo & Marc divorcing --how heterosexuals are ruining civilization, but I spelled civilization wrong and that blew the joke for crazy-lady...I REALLY need to get those new glasses!!) and she swore that I had posted the same complaint about a 98 year old bridge player two years ago, she kept a history and again, she was calling the cops. "...the typo police?" my new FB friend asked.
It was just so insane and I felt terrible that I was away, unable to speak (type) to these accusations, defend my friends and block crazy from my FB before she upset every nice friend I have on there. Plus I started thinking THEY might believe her and wonder if *I* was the crazy-lady.
Well, I got to thinking, how DOES one prove on FB or blogs that they are "real?" (She didn't seem to care that one commenter KNEW who I was speaking of , but that could have been staged?) Were all the photos of me and my family/friends not proof enough? I suppose they could just be any photos. I was hoping one of my FBers(ooo, did I coin a new word?) would comment, "I know Diane is real!" But, they came late to the party. This concept, the Internet world of virtual people, has befuddled me. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet some of my fellow bloggers last year, both to prove I was real and to find out how "real" they were!
I found out they were all VERY real, except for one who wants to keep a pseudonym (which, if I had a brain, I should have done myself), and even that blogger is as real as they come, by that I mean what they write on their blogs is truth, their photos are not doctored---it restored my faith in 'humanity on the Internet'. (Sure, there will be a few liars, but true in life as well.)
So, crazy lady, if you happen to read this (I blocked her from my FB, though she still emailed me and called me every horrible name in my book, selfish, liar, fraud, faker...) there I am at a meeting and that is why I couldn't "get right back" to your accusations on FB. I really am ME. I really have MS. I really play bridge. And IF I was even ON FB two years ago, I may have been talking about the bff of THIS 98 year old who is a year different in age, and once gave me as much flack as her bff. And THAT is just all too complicated to go into on FB.
I'm tellin' ya, I should have stayed off FB...it is very addicting, just like coffee at Starbuck's and chats with new friends there.
Above is a photo taken last Thursday in my retirement community at our All Resident Council meeting, I am on left and our council secretary is on right. Great meeting. We had our General Manager field questions and to my surprise, our "gym" was the big issue! Who knew?
So, next up is working on getting our gym area to shape up! I'm looking forward to this.
This post is not about any of that though, it is about what was going on while I sat at the meeting, presiding over business. Who knew?
Back in my apt., next to my lift-chair, inside my computer, all Hell was breaking loose! Some of my blog peeps will know what I mean. As soon as I saw my Face book page, my jaw dropped! There, on a thread I started about my bridge game dilemma with a 98 year old player, were over ONE HUNDRED comments! For those of you not into Face book (and I NEVER thought I would be) that is a lot of comments. What they were about was the big surprise.
My FB friends were fighting, arguing, apologizing, restating, one even called for, "DIANE, HELP." You see, one person, well, how do I say this...went verbally postal. She began threatening people, saying she was calling the police on them, recording them (HUH??), and accusing ME of making up that I played bridge, that any 98 year-old woman existed, that *I* existed (she claimed I was actually this other friend of mine on FB, and in fact claimed that to HER, got into it with HER on yet another thread I started about J Lo & Marc divorcing --how heterosexuals are ruining civilization, but I spelled civilization wrong and that blew the joke for crazy-lady...I REALLY need to get those new glasses!!) and she swore that I had posted the same complaint about a 98 year old bridge player two years ago, she kept a history and again, she was calling the cops. "...the typo police?" my new FB friend asked.
It was just so insane and I felt terrible that I was away, unable to speak (type) to these accusations, defend my friends and block crazy from my FB before she upset every nice friend I have on there. Plus I started thinking THEY might believe her and wonder if *I* was the crazy-lady.
Well, I got to thinking, how DOES one prove on FB or blogs that they are "real?" (She didn't seem to care that one commenter KNEW who I was speaking of , but that could have been staged?) Were all the photos of me and my family/friends not proof enough? I suppose they could just be any photos. I was hoping one of my FBers(ooo, did I coin a new word?) would comment, "I know Diane is real!" But, they came late to the party. This concept, the Internet world of virtual people, has befuddled me. It was one of the reasons I wanted to meet some of my fellow bloggers last year, both to prove I was real and to find out how "real" they were!
I found out they were all VERY real, except for one who wants to keep a pseudonym (which, if I had a brain, I should have done myself), and even that blogger is as real as they come, by that I mean what they write on their blogs is truth, their photos are not doctored---it restored my faith in 'humanity on the Internet'. (Sure, there will be a few liars, but true in life as well.)
So, crazy lady, if you happen to read this (I blocked her from my FB, though she still emailed me and called me every horrible name in my book, selfish, liar, fraud, faker...) there I am at a meeting and that is why I couldn't "get right back" to your accusations on FB. I really am ME. I really have MS. I really play bridge. And IF I was even ON FB two years ago, I may have been talking about the bff of THIS 98 year old who is a year different in age, and once gave me as much flack as her bff. And THAT is just all too complicated to go into on FB.
I'm tellin' ya, I should have stayed off FB...it is very addicting, just like coffee at Starbuck's and chats with new friends there.
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