Sunday, January 18, 2009

The Sheep Toss And Other Fun Facebook Activities

Let me admit something right up front: I love Facebook.

I love that it puts me in touch with old friends. I love that it lets me know what my current group of friends is doing. Even if some insist on updating their status about 20 times a day. I find that more amusing than annoying. "Joe Smith is leaving the house. Joe Smith has left the house. Joe Smith has arrived at work. Joe Smith is going to the gym." Me, I probably only update my status about 4-5 times a week. I'm either not that creative, or just not that exciting.

But I have to admit, I've yet to fathom why Facebook asks me to do certain things.

The other day, it suggested that I might want to "throw a sheep at" my wife. We've been married for almost 10 years and have discovered many and varied ways to have fun together. Amazingly enough, the idea of "sheep throwing" has never come up. Not once. Although perhaps I should have "thrown a sheep" at her, since she "twittered" me. I'm still not sure what that means, but apparently it's something good.

It was also suggested to me that I might want to throw a "flaming Tabasco snowball" at a friend. So I did. Hey, the friend threw some sort of ersatz snowball at me first, so it was only fair that I respond in kind.

Today alone, I've been challenged to take a movie quiz, invited to be a "poker buddy", given and received good karma, and been the recipient of a matzah ball.

I'm not really sure how I got involved in all these activities, and I'm not really sure what I actually did, if anything.

But so far, whatever I did do, did not involve a sheep.

Which is usually a good thing.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Peter-

Do you know how much an adult sheep weighs? 150- 200# and up for rams.

I have sheered sheep and it was all I could do in my robust young adulthood to set one on it's butt to remove the fleece. It is much easier to have two people, one to hold the sheep, the other to sheer. Somehow I can't see you tossing these lanoline-soaked ungulates at Mrs. Schacknow.

Please re-think this idea and just buy your sweetie a nice sweater or sheerling coat and hand it to her gently, OK?

Your rural media pal,

Heather