The Post About Hiding Friends on Facebook

Facebook.

Love it and love my diverse array of Facebook friends. I'm so moved by some of those friends that I hide them in my heart.

Or maybe I just hide them.

Let me give you an example. This is my friend Joseph.

There are several reasons why I might hide Joseph from my news feed based on this sample status.

1. He attacked the innocent and lovely Peyton Manning. I'm his future second wife, so he best be kind.
2. He misspelled "just." Come on, English major - live up to your potential.
3. I already follow him on Twitter and this is the original source of this discouraging word. No need for repeats.

However, Joseph is hilarious.

So no hiding.

Consider following Joseph on Twitter for your own full effect.

But there are other valid reasons to hide "friends."
1. Potty mouth.
2. Political potty mouth.
3. Quiz junkie.
4. ALL CAPS.
5. Lovesick.
6. Sideways photo poster.
7. Curmudgeon.
8. Tennessee fan.

Why would you hide someone on Facebook?

The Post About South by Southwest Part Final

Last stop.

A city that never sleeps.

Mainly because there are no windows in the casinos so who knows what time it is?

This is a city where elderly come to blow what would be a nice inheritance and the young come to work out their daddy issues.

We came to stare. And listen. And eat.

And we ate. Buffets and bakeries and local joints that left us fat and happy.

We also Cirque'd.

Bad picture. Phenomenal show.

Worth every discounted penny. Whether you stalked Elvis on Hawaiian movie sets or were a toddler when he died, it is a must-see. Here's a snippet.



Sidebar: I now want to be a French Canadian acrobat. Stat.

Vegas takes you around the world.

New York.


Camelot. Geography purists need not comment.


And even Paris.

The only thing that would have made the Bellagio fountain show more enjoyable would have been Clooney on my right and Damon on my left.

But let's address the sin city nitty gritty:
1. My mother arrived in our hotel suite and immediately asked about the Thunder Down Under. I can't link to it here because the "thunder" may or may not be naked.

2. Three minutes later, my mom the Baptist church secretary asked if the drinks at the hotel happy hour would actually be a sin since they were free. Umm...what would Jesus drink?

3. Finally she inquired about taking a zip line across the Las Vegas Strip. Note: She was grabbing strangers in the Vegas "Eiffel Tower" due to a dizzying fear of heights and proceeded to almost pass out in the parking deck like a drunk woman at happy hour.

Conclusion? My mom can no longer be trusted to travel alone.

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The Post About South by Southwest Part 3

My godson Billy has seen the movie Cars approximately 3 times. Plus 109.

In honor of his 6-year-old self, we took a detour onto Route 66.

I'm going to shoot straight with you. It was a detour we could have skipped, despite the nostalgia.

Next up, was the Hoover Dam.

It really was a sight to see, although it required a vehicle pat-down before entering. Apparently several of our larger states get all their power from this tourist trap.


The best part was finding out how many ways you can incorporate "dam" into a sentence without getting a PG rating.

Samples:
1. Dam tour.
2. Dam pictures.
3. Dam security.
4. Dam parking deck.
5. Hot dam.

What did we miss?


Fun Fact: Boulder City, formerly the town where dam workers were housed, still does not allow gambling within town limits, a regulation imposed in the 1930s. Boulder City is the only town in Nevada to prohibit gambling.

So we did not linger.

Final stop.

And the source of my mother's spiral into debauchery.

For at least a second.

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The Post About South by Southwest Part 2

Next stop on the trip is apparently a mecca for the globe.

The Grand Canyon.


I know it's a hot spot like St. Bart's and Dubai since only 1 out of every 10 folks spoke English.

Très bien.


Another occupant of this national park. But it's the kind of apartment dweller who stays up late, plays Vanilla Ice with open windows and then bites your hand at the dumpster.


Another neighbor is the pack mules. They are strangely disciplined, forceful and won't let you get up. Not unlike my first grade teacher, Mrs. Stanford.

I bet the mules would not think my defiance is the result of a hearing problem. YOU WEREN'T ALWAYS RIGHT NANCY.


I challenged my senior parents to a dainty multi-mile hike around the rim.


She is never with him.


And he is never with her.

This is a result of our inability to all stay together. Remember what I wrote about traveling with toddlers?

We stayed in the national park, which is a MUST if you're going for more than 1 day. We stayed at the Yavapai Lodges which looked like a rundown Super 8 motel in the woods.

And I do mean "woods" since this was the view from our window.

However, there were granite countertops, 400 thread count sheets and a lovely flat screen.

After experiencing such beauty (which you can see more of at my flickr stream) it's time for the perfect souvenir.

Do you know what a single woman of 34 with discerning taste and a sugar mama who's paying picks?


Book is divided by type of death - suicide, murder, dehydration, freak accidents, etc.

LOVE IT.

And loved this.


Next? We transitioned from one of God's creation to another off Route 66:


{images: Jamie}