Facebook Frenzy

You know, when you first jump on the bandwagon and join the rest of the world in the one thing you avoided for so long simply for the reason that everyone else is doing it...it's an interesting phenomenon. Your mind starts to warp and your day starts to consist of thoughts like, "Jeri Dawn is angry." or "Jeri Dawn just ran into a wall." Thankfully the novelty wears off and you can return to normal after a while, sort of. However, as a women I often find it difficult to post on Facebook simply because I cannot narrow my thoughts down to one little sentence. Here is what I want to post....

Jeri Dawn loves her little baby ball. The newness and the smells and the compactness and the sheer joy of holding your very own little baby ball. I love it, I do, I do.

Jeri Dawn supposes that throwing up does serve it's purposes, but it's seriously gross and not fun at all. Oh, and whose job was it to clean the toilet anyway?

Jeri Dawn is so appreciative of family and neighbors and wonders if she should suck it up a little more.

Jeri Dawn came up with the perfect nick-name for her husband. In fact, I might have it engraved on his tombstone....unsympathetic genius.

Jeri Dawn is enjoying taking it easy, but it also having a hard time being forced to take it easy. My floors need mopped, again.

Jeri Dawn is dreaming of the day when her kitchen is all the way done. Complete. Moved in. Beautiful.

Jeri Dawn is in awe at the spiritual wonders of having a baby. It is her strongest testimony that God places them in your arms and then wraps His arms around your both and gives you all His love.

Jeri Dawn listened to the thunder and lightning all night long and wondered how her husband and children were faring in the tent. Not that I checked or anything.