How Siri Tried to Kill Me

It's about that time; it's time for a blog post about nothing.  Recently, I updated the software on my iPhone.  The new update included a feature that withholds notifications while driving and even sends an automated message stating that I am driving and will get the message when I get to where I am going or something like that.  I think it is a good idea.  I am was one of those people who would text, facebook, I've even been known to read on my kindle app while driving.  I know I know.  I don't need a lecture.  I know it's dangerous.  I am trying to be better about it and this particular feature is helping.

So, on the first day of the update, I decide to ask Siri to turn on Pandora for me.  Pandora opens immediately, thanks Siri.  I am congratulating myself for not picking up my phone while driving but verbally asking Siri to do it for me.  I get to work and receive a notification about finishing the set up for my phone and it asks me questions about the do not disturb while driving.  I finish the set up and go about my business at work.

When it's time to go home, I get in the car... turn it on... see that my phone has automatically realized that I am in my car and the "Do No Disturb" has been turned on.  I say "Hey Siri"!  I am excited.  This is a new chapter in my life.  I am being responsible... but there is silence.  "Hey Siri," I say it again a little louder but with no less enthusiasm.  Nothing.  One more time with a little irritation "Hey Siri"... she hears me this time.  "open Pandora".  I expect that it will open and my music will start playing like it did that morning. Nothing.  Siri is thinking about it, I know this by the multicolored line streaking across the bottom of my screen.  Then she says, "Hmmmm.... I'm sorry it looks like I can't do that for you while you are driving".   What the......?????   I mean, who better to do it than her... I'm the one driving, right?  Now, if I want to listen to my music, I have to pick up my phone and lie (because I have to tell my phone that I am not driving just to open it).  I thought the point of this whole thing was me not touching my phone?  I suppose I could just turn on the radio, but that is not the point.

Then, I wonder, what can Siri do while I am driving?  "Hey Siri," I say it with force and way more irritation than the last time.  Siri doesn't care, doesn't respond either.  You know when I set up Siri's voice command... I probably should have used an irritated mom voice at some point.  Anyway, I say a second "Hey, Siri, what can you do while I am driving."  Her response, "Who Me?"  OMG, yes you Siri, who else?  I probably should have given up, but I try again.  This time I ask the question a different way.  "Hey Siri, what can Siri do while I am driving?"  She thinks again, for longer than the last time and finally says... "Here is a list of things you can ask me to do"  She says this happily, as if she just hadn't handed me a list that I would have to read WHILE DRIVING.  #facepalm  #iGiveUp  Not really, but kinda.

I will continue to ask Siri things, like Hey Siri sing me a song, or like Hey Siri, what is 0/0? and my personal favorite (go ahead.. do it, you won't be disappointed) Hey Siri, I see a little sihouetto of a man.  Overall, I am happy with the new update.  I like that I can add the alarm button to my control center now.  I hated that before it would go to the timer first.  How often do people use the timer anyway?  Needless to say, I am glad that I don't have to make that little bit of extra effort to get to set my alarm.   I am not that lazy, but it surprised me how relieved I was that I could skip that one touch of the screen.  I like the new look.  I really want some airpods, and a fitbit... but that will have to wait for another day.

“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life's realities.” - Dr. Seuss

Your Whispering Thoughts

"God, examine me and know my heart; test me and know my nervous thought."

- Psalm 139:23

Imagine considering every moment as a potential time of communion with God.  By the time your life is over, you will have spent six months at stoplights, eight months opening junk mail, a year and a half looking for lost stuff, and a whopping five years standing in various lines.
     Why don't you give these moments to God?  By giving God your whispering thoughts, the common becomes uncommon.  Simple phrases such as "Thank you, Father," "Be sovereign in this hour, O Lord," "You are my resting place, Jesus" can turn a commute into a pilgrimage.  You needn't leave your office or kneel in your kitchen.  Just pray where you are.  Let the kitchen become a cathedral or the classroom a chapel.  Give God your whispering thoughts.  (excerpt from "Just Like Jesus" via Grace for the Moment: July 2 devotion)

This was my devotional for today, and I felt it was too good not to share.  I struggle with this.  I should clarify, I struggle to do this daily.  I go through spurts of giving these extra moments to God, especially in times of great stress.  This is the sort of thing that I long to be better at.  I want to give all of my moments to Jesus.

I thank you Lord for these and for every everyday moment. Thank you Father, for my family, my life, and my every moment.  Help me to give them all to you.

                                            

                                                               

Bullet Journal Update

Wow, my journal has changed so much.  I started out all "I'm gonna conquer the world and this kind of organization is the way that I'm going to do it!!!!"

My first pages were all colorful.  I drew my own calendar at the beginning of the month.  I even got so detailed that I would take the dimensions of the page and calculate how much space I needed for the calendar, or the doodle with me challenge that I was doing that month.  I had a page of tracking my habits, a page for memories, and daily pages outlining what I needed to do everyday.

I hoped that all of this would help me stay focused and reach my goals for doing all the things that I wanted to do or accomplish. Despite all the changing my journal has done, using my bullet journal daily has helped me achieve my goals... one day at a time.

I found that by writing out to-do's and goals the day before, or the morning of, that I would have a clear outline for what I wanted to accomplish.  I expected that I would feel guilty if I didn't finish what I had set out to do, but I really didn't.  I found that it was nice to put a little arrow in the box and move it to the next day or the next week.  It was good to see that I hadn't forgotten about it, but realized that it wasn't as important as I initially thought.

My journal changed gradually.  Honestly, I just didn't have the time to spend setting it up the way that I had been doing.  It took a lot of time to do all that drawing.  I am creative, but I really have to work at it.  My months went from 2 pages to 1.  My daily pages went from several pages to 1.  My trackers were condensed and I tried to keep doing the doodle challenges, but I ended up not even finishing them.  I decided that I wanted to start using my journal as a journal as well and not just the mother of all calendars.  Plus, I started thinking of my journal as a bit of a keepsake.  One day when I am dead and gone, my kids might find my journals and relive their life through my eyes?  Maybe they will know me in a way that they never did before.

By the beginning of 2017, I decided to do all my calendar stuff... in my calendar (novel I know).  I had a dayspring pocket calendar that I used for everything and I found it was easier just to keep up with all my schedules in that instead of duplicating it every day into my journal.  My calendar already had pages for daily entries, I just modified the space a little bit.  I used colored pencils (cause it still has to be pretty) to fill in the sections that I completed.  I was even able to fit in my daily goals.

Now I mostly use my journal as a journal, I sometimes add brain storming, goal setting, random doodles, notes when I'm out, and the occasional handwriting practice.  As I have gone back and looked at the previous pages of my journal, I remembered how much I enjoyed making each page.  Honestly, my bullet journal will always be evolving.  My goal is to do something creative every day, that might come in the form of doing another doodle challenge.  Who knows.

This whole bullet journey has been good, and a great way for me to be organized and productive.  Not only that, it has also given me a way to practice being creative daily.  So, overall.... I would call this venture a success!


“Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.”
― Dr. Seuss

Rosy Encouragement

The other day my mom sent me this encouraging text.  I didn't really need it at the time but I have been thinking about it quite a lot lately.

She said, "The rose is beautiful on the outside but it is from the inner heart that the fragrance comes from.  You hold the perfume of God within you"  My name of course is Kaloni Rose meaning "heavenly rose"  so this means a lot to me.  It's also motivation to let the fragrance of the Lord radiate out from my life.  It is a reminder that my life affects those around me.  It reminds me that not only my actions but my thoughts can have to power to change a situation.  

"The good person out of the good treasure of his heart produces good, and the evil person out of his evil treasure produces evil, for out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks."- Luke 6:45

"Kind hearts are the garden, kind thoughts are the roots, kind words are the blossoms, kind deeds are the fruits" - John Ruskin (saying on my recipe box)

"And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more." - Dr. Seuss (Ok, so this is a bit of a stretch for a fitting quote, but this is when the Grinch discovers that its all about the heart)

Perseverance

God says this, but I experienced that... Now what? Wrestle with God, I'm not going to change my theology... I insist that you help me change my experience. -paraphrased from Kris Volloton.

I scrolled across Kris Vollotton's blog this morning on Facebook, and I thought... wow, how timely is that.  I was just saying to Steve yesterday, how do I believe in faith and protect my heart at the same time?  Why is it that I feel with all my being that this land is supposed to be ours and yet we are having such a hard time achieving that goal?

I know that it doesn't address my faith question directly, but it did address something that I struggle with.  So often, I just let things go.  I know that what I am praying for is in the Father's will, yet when it doesn't happen.... I just let it go.  Maybe it wasn't time, maybe God wanted to take that person home to heaven, maybe they weren't ready to receive a healing, maybe I did something wrong?  I do this all the time and second guess what I know to be true about God's character.

Wrestling with God means that you fight for what is promised.  It means that you fight for what is right.  Abraham wrestled with God before his grandson did.  Remember the story of Sodom and Gomorrah?  Abraham continued to ask God to spare the righteous in those towns and to not burn them along with the wicked.  That is wrestling with God, too.

So, to me this was encouragement to keep praying and seeking.  I continue to see myself on that property with my farm and goats and making soap and spinning yarn.  I continue to pray that God will give us creative ideas and I keep taking the steps forward in faith getting ready for what I know will come.

My Real Imaginary Farm Life

Today started out like most other Mondays.  I woke up at 6 am, then woke the kids to get ready for school.  I took a shower, then I constantly gave Elijah step by step instructions on what he should be doing instead of doing whatever it was that he was actually doing.  After taking the kids to their respective morning places to be, I came home to do business stuff.

Business stuff today, was taking Steve to Nashville to do some work so the concrete workers could poor the driveway for the house that we are building.  As a side note, Steve currently has the flu.  He has a fever and is achy all over and feels horrible, yet he still worked.  I am so thankful to be married to a man that will provide for his family no matter what.  I am thankful that even though he feels bad, he is still taking care of us.

We got back home, I cleaned up the table, put the sheets in the wash, and swept the floor.  I put my favorite podcast (Keeping up with the Jonses) in my earbuds, then for the first time ever I stepped out on to my porch and saw 30 acres of land that is ours. The feeling of the cool wood beneath my feet as I walked to my favorite sitting place.  I propped my feet up and took a deep breath of the remaining dew that clung to the grass.  The fresh smell of water and grass and the freshness of spring on the air washed over me.  I looked out over the land and was absolutely amazed at the peace.  The ducks were in the pond; swimming, diving, enjoying the morning.  The goats are playing on the pallet jungle we have made.  They are jumping from pallet to rock to grass, playing on the beautiful spring morning.  I can hear the chickens clucking away as the find bugs and seeds to snack on.  Our dog, Luna, is watching over everything.  In my minds eye, I could see and feel and smell all of this as I listened to Alyn and AJ talk about transformation this morning.

I saw a video that reminded me of a truth, that I haven't been living or even practiced for a long time.  What I think about, what I dwell on, who I am... that is what I draw to myself. And not only does what I think about affect, who I am... but I have the power to visualize my future and bring that to me as well
.  If I can "see" it, it can happen  I have been feeling that I need to change the way that I have been thinking lately.  Usually, the Lord speaks to me through my own mouth... and more often than not it is when I am lecturing my kids about some life lesson.  The power of thought has been a topic for the last few weeks.

This morning, I didn't specifically intend on focusing on such a vivid imagination, but when it hit me... I went with it.  While I listened, not only was I blessed by the topic, I was also seeing what my future will look like.  Soon, I will be able to walk out on my deck and watch a flourishing farm wake up.  Since I was already in this mindset, I decided to take a spiritual walk around our 30 acres.  I put on some exercise pants and took a mile long walk around the neighborhood while imagining the land and thanking God for His provision, for his blessing on the land, and for my faith.  I asked God to help me in my unbelieving.  I asked him to help me see past the obstacles and to help me see what he has prepared for us.  I kept the images of the land in my mind, and I thought about all the plans that we have already made.  I thought about where the house will go, where the barn will go and I thought about what daily life will look like when we are living on the land that God has prepared for us.  I thought about Joshua imagining the promise land before he stepped foot on it.  I thought about the Israelites walking around the walls of Jericho.  I thought about how God always provides and how he cares for his kids.

I don't know when, I don't know how, but I do know that we will have a farm.  I know that I have committed this dream to the Lord, and I know that God provides.  So now, we work to do what we can do, we pray, and we wait, and we trust.

Class of 2017

I officially graduated Dec of 2016, but I officially officially graduated when I walked the stage on May 6th.  To be perfectly honest, I was dreading it.  I didn't really want to walk.  The ONLY reason that I did walk was because of the advice I got from this really handsome guy I know.  Steve said, "Graduations are not for the students, they are for the families."

So, I walked for my kids, for my husband, and for my parents.  They were my source of strength all the way through the 4 years it took me to get my Associates of Science.  Steve would often take care of the house, the kids, dinner, and anything else that was required so that I could study.  My mom was there to offer words of encouragement (especially when I was stressing over a particularly hard subject).  They even indulged my growing office supplies habit.  There were even several times at the end of my time of being a student that my kids would read whatever paper I was writing and give me ideas or just the extra encouragement that I needed to feel confident that what I wrote was good.  Because of all their support, I was able to graduate Summa Cum Laude with a 3.9 GPA!!!!

What surprised me on the day of graduation was the amount of emotions that hit me.  In my mind, I had already graduated...  I was done.  This was just a bunch of ceremony, no big deal right?  It was after everyone received their "diploma" and all the graduates stood to the applause of the audience.  The professors in attendance stood, turned around, and clapped for us.  It was like I could feel all the overwhelming pride and joy.  The look of admiration on my kids faces, the way they were hollering at the top of their lungs "that's my mom."  Then I made eye contact with my husband, and he mouthed "I love you SOO MUCH" with a deep sigh.  It took all I had to not breakdown into tears right there in front of everyone.

In the end, I am glad that I did it.  I'm glad that I finished my degree, and I'm glad that I walked.  Even though, I have decided not to go on to become a pharmacist, and I am not using my Associates of Science to help Steve run a business, or build a farm, I am so glad I finished.  I finished for the kids; I finished for me.

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go...” - Dr. Seuss

Noble Sin

"We are tempted not with the worst of sins but the noblest; to take things into our own hands rather than to burden God with our circumstances."

I don't know who is quoted above, I saw it on Facebook.  The truth of it hit me so hard that I've been thinking about it for months now.  I thought about all the times I tried and failed several times before I would turn to God in prayer because I had no other option.  I did not avoid my God out of malice or because I felt Him incapable.  I was taught that you should try everything that you know how to do, work hard and figure it out before you ask for help.

Not very long ago, I made a rash decision out of desperation.  Even though I knew, that something was off.  I didn't feel like it was the best option, but at the time, I felt like it was my only option.  I should have listened to the check in my spirit.  I should have prayed, I should have waited.  The situation worked out (kind of, we are still paying for/fighting that battle), but I can't help but wonder what would have happened had I waited on the Lord.

For me, I think, this goes deeper than just forgetting to call on the Lord.  It's more that I don't want to bother Him; He has enough to do, right!?!?! Why do I sometimes feel as if I am being a bother?  I feel this way in my personal relationships as well.  I do not inquire about the happenings of the people around me because I don't want to bother them.  I do not want to find out that I am not invited, and I will not invite myself (that's rude).  I figure if I was wanted, I would be invited?  IDK.  I've never been fantastic at managing friendships.

SO... this is what I should know, that obviously I still do not KNOW KNOW.  I am not a burden.  The Lord repeated asks us to come.  He wants relationship.  There are sooo many scriptures, sooo many lessons that I have heard about God being a good father.  He takes care of us.  He asks us to come.  He wants us to come to Him.

Matt. 11:28-30 "Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. "Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS. "For My yoke is easy and My burden is light."

1 Jn. 5:14 "This is the confidence we have when approaching God: that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us."

Getting over the Funk

The struggle is real... a lot more some days (or weeks) than others.  I've been in a "funk" for the last several months.  I have been pushing through, some days are better than others, but the depression is there lurking under the surface.  I've never been one to have to deal with depression on a regular basis, I honestly don't even know if depression is the right word.

It's dumb!  My husband tells me and shows me that I am beautiful every day.  When did my self-worth start depending on my mood?  Where did the confidence go, did I ever really have it?  Why do I care what you think?

When I examine how I have been feeling, it's the lack of confidence that I notice the most.  The feeling that I am not good enough, that I am not beautiful, that I am just getting old and worn out and tired.  Is that depression?

Whatever it is, I am tired of dealing with it.  This is not who I am, this is not who I am created to be.  I am STRONG.  I am BEAUTIFUL.  I am MORE than CAPABLE,  I am a daughter of the KING.

So, I am slowly climbing out of this funk.  I'm consciously taking steps to feeling better.  I'm making goals for exercising and eating well.  I'm trying not to be too hard on myself when I don't meet those goals.  I'm sharing my feelings now, not for sympathy, but for support.  I need people to speak truth and encouragement into my life.  And I am speaking encouragement to myself, I know who I am, and I intend to start acting like it.

I don't expect it to be easy, climbing out of this funk will take some doing on my part.  Besides, being a princess is hard work.  Being a princess is about more than just looking pretty to find a prince that will take care of you and everything else.  Being a princess isn't even about only depending on only yourself, despite what feminism and Hollywood says, but knowing when you need others and letting them help fill in gaps that only they can fill.  Being a princess is about learning how to rule, it requires a willingness to learn, and a willingness to listen.  It requires confidence and purpose, It requires loyalty, caring, understanding, love and compassion.  It means being aware of yourself, knowing both strengths and weakness, and being willing to change.  One of my favorite movies One Night With The King puts it well:

Hagai: [to Esther as she is feeding the monkeys] I am curious, to whether you frustrate me of sincerity or to ensure you're never chosen Queen.
Esther: [getting to her feet, turning around] You assume I actually care about being chosen Queen.
Hagai: I am serious!
Esther: Serious of what? Finding a real Queen? Is that why you subject us to these beauty treatments? These... classes?
Hagai: You do not like our fine instructors?
Esther: They simply neglect to teach us some things.
Hagai: Such as?
Esther: Well seemingly anything to do with actually being Queen. The thought well thought; the word well spoken; and the deed well done.

This is the kind of leader, person, daughter, mom, and wife that I want to be.  A person who has well thoughts, words and deeds.  A true princess

Which Way Is West?

-journey-

noun:

1.an act of traveling from one place to another.

a long and often difficult process of personal change and development.

You should know that I am terrible with directions, Steve teases me about it all the time. I mean, I can figure it out as long as it's not high noon, but it takes me like 30 mins.

 As I was driving home the other day, I was deep in thought and made the wrong turn.  It took me 15 minutes longer to get to my destination because I turned on to the interstate by accident.  I get distracted by my thoughts a lot more now, age I guess, Steve will have to keep a better eye on me so I don't get lost (either that or buy me a compass.. lol not that I would know how to use it).  Maybe it's because I feel like I have more time to think now? Whatever the case, that isn't the point of this story.

I started thinking about our farm.  We want to move onto land with nothing on it.  A blank slate that we can plan out in which ever way we want.  Specifically, I thought about documenting the process to getting settled.  It made me wonder about this blog and wonder if I should change the name of it, or start a new one when we get the farm land.  I thought of why I decided to go with "From Here to There" as the title to the assignment that my teacher gave me.  Does it still fit what and who I am now?  I honestly didn't think that I would like or continue doing this (I didn't know myself at all, obviously). I chose the name of the blog because I liked Dr. Seuss and I hoped that I could write about things in my life and the funny things that are everywhere.  "From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere."  A silly name for a blog? I shortened it and used Dr. Seuss quotes at the end of my assignments.  Extra credit for creativity!  I'm a shameless suck up, sometimes.

 Little did I know, I would end up loving  Dr. Seuss even more and could find a way for his quotes seem to fit almost any situation.  I thought about my time as a college student.  All I wanted was to get from here to there. I wanted to finish school.  I wanted my life to have a different direction, if only just slightly.  I wanted to prove to myself that I could graduate.  I suppose I even wanted to mend past regrets, not that I wish my life were different, I genuinely love the way it all turned out.  It took me 4 years to finish my degree, but I did it. As I thought about all of that, I smiled because the words 'from here to there' speak about a journey.  A journey from where I was, where I am now to where I want to go, who I want to be, how I want to live and every change along the way.

This blog really is a snapshot into the journey that I've been on so far, and that is what it will continue to be.  My apologies for not blogging more often.  Also my apologies for being boring, we can't all be Anna Kendrick (She is my new favorite actress.  I think she might like dinosaurs as much as I do, this is of course complete speculation on my part).  I really am trying to form better writing habits. Anyhooo... I decided right then that 1. I had something to write about and 2. I'm keeping the name of my blog.  "From Here to There" started as an assignment and changed into this:  A peephole into my life and my journey. I am determined to enjoy the road to getting to the end of my story.    And I don't know when I'll get There, but I'll let you know when I do. ;-) 

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go...” -Dr. Seuss

Oh Oh Oh OH Stayin Alive

It's been a little over a year since I wrote about our BIG DREAMS.  Obviously, that didn't happen last year.  The dream is still alive and much closer than it was last year.  We are working hard on growing our building business and getting the house ready to sale, so that we can move on to farm life.  Last year, the dream seemed so unreachable.  I never thought that we would find a place that would fulfill all the wishes I had and some that I didn't even know I would need.

I should have more faith.  I've been praying for some time now that God would prepare the land we were meant to live on, that He would help us find it when the time was right.  That happened!  Maybe I am speaking too soon because there are at least two more things that need to happen before the land is ours.  We are on the list to have a perk test done, and we need to have our loan/financing finished (which includes selling our current house... which means we have to finish remodeling it).  Well okay, so more than two things need to happen.

I've also put some more thought into what I really want (what I really really want ): Eggs, Milk, Meat, and Wool.  The wool is where I am struggling.  I think I want to do Angora Rabbits for wool, less stinky? smaller animal?  IDK.  I am still putting some thought and research into that.  I am also looking into how I can make our farm productive, or at least break even.  We want to do this to be self sufficient.  So I want to be able to make goat milk soaps, and angora (maybe) yarn, have a way to feed our family and know where the food came from.  It's definitely going to be a lot of work but I am ready for it.

One step at a time we will see our plans and dreams become a reality

Possible Rant

Here's the thing, people take the internet WAY too seriously without the benefits of friendship (or any semblance of close relationship) and it only breeds so much unnecessary offense.

The other day was just like any other day and my loving and amazing husband was his usual meddling and controversial self.  He finds pleasure in rattling cages and rocking boats and generally making others question norms (even if he doesn't question them himself).  This isn't necessarily a bad quality, but often it is mistaken because people do not know my husband well.

There were many people who were offended with what Steve posted on Facebook the other day.  One person in particular really got under my skin, usually I just ignore Steve's posts altogether because it just isn't worth my stress level to be sucked into all of the things that he involves himself in.  **This blog is starting to sound like a rant, I promise it's not.  I love Steve SOO MUCH.  We are just have totally different personalities... anyway back to what I was saying** On this particular day, it hit me wrong and I wanted to chew this person out.  They basically said that because what Steve's post was offensive that his freedom of speech was forfeit.

I gave this a decent amount of thought into this.  When are people not offended over just about anything?  Let me clarify, I do not condone someone being purposefully cruel, but I also do not think that you lose your right to free speech just because someone might be offended?  I bet you can think of lots of things where others were offended by actions that you yourself perceived as harmless.

So as I am thinking about all of these things: being offended, lack of personal connection, freedom and such.  I thought about how the majority of the friends I have on Facebook, I have personally met or have known in the past.  Steve hasn't necessarily met all of his friends but they usually share political beliefs.  This made me think that maybe, just maybe, the comment that I took offense to was not meant to be offensive either?  I don't know.  I never asked.  I figure that Steve can handle it on his own and my interference could make a situation out of nothing.  This IS Facebook we are talking about, which is mostly a bunch of drama anyway.

Maybe this blog is a rant?  The point to the whole thing though is this:  Give people the benefit of the doubt.  Maybe they aren't good with the written word.  Maybe they are joking.  Try and filter things through their lens instead of yours.

"Poor empty pants with noone inside them" - Dr. Seuss