Quitting Facebook was supposed to make my life "easier".... "simpler."
Psh.... not if you're part of a gang squad called Mamarazzists.
Psh.... not if you're part of a gang squad called Mamarazzists.
A couple of weeks ago, I posted this on Facebook:
I was informed the other day that "I take too many photos of my kids."
True? Maybe. All I can ask is "what is too many?"
I am not big on writing out details of my children. Actually, I'm downright horrible. I do not know when Emery first smiled or when Gwen's first steps were. I however CAN tell you how old Emery was when she sat up for the very first time all by herself. Corinne Rockhill captured it. Or when Gwen held her baby sister for the very first time. Pictures, pictures, pictures. Digital Proof.
Yes, the many people who have told me I'm nuts are the ones that do not have children. They have no idea how quickly the first few years of life go by and how quickly your little ones are no longer little. The reasons I have gotten all these photos are for Emery's first year of life.I regret to the fullest that I was not able to do this with Gwen.
I even have people question why Gwen is so involved in them. Gwen is a big part of Emery and vice-versa. They are sisters. Emery may not know what being a sister means, but she does miss Gwen to the fullest when she isnt around and LOVES being by her. The way they love each other isn't quite verbal yet, but you can tell the bond that they have together. I love that these moments are captured and will never be forgotten since I am so awful at documenting things.
So, does this make me crazy? Sure. Will I regret that I loved watching my children grow up so much that I had them photographed all the time? Absolutely not. Could anyone ever say that? You think I am crazy now, but "hey you, hater out there"... you'll be the one going crazy when you'll want to look back on the 3, 6, 9, 12+ months that you never got.... and I'll be the one smiling because I did. Iphones wont be the satisfaction you want later in life I can promise you that. So, my advice to you is to dive in. Its worth the investment and the time.
So, there is my defensive reasoning on why I am crazy.
<3, Megan
This whole, "you take too many pictures of your kids" was the turning point for me on Facebook. I was 100% completely over it.
In my opinion, don't like it? Don't look. Along with the matter that no one can seem to keep rude opinions to themselves.
So, maybe they didn't mean it rudely, but that's certainly how I took it. I mean, I could keep posting pictures of Obama. Or the Pope. Or Miley Cyrus licking something.
Ok, so what's my point. Well, tonight.... I will admit-- that I do take too many pictures.
And I suck at documenting.
Tonight I had such high hopes of blogging about something that I had been itching to write all week. I had made my sister and her almost-here-baby, Ruxin some DIY crafts and I was super thrilled with the outcomes. We had her shower this afternoon, so I would have been free to post it/them this evening. I had a rough draft started and saved, and was ready to really get to work on it. But, first I needed to pick up Gwen from Indy. The whole way down I was thinking about the verbage I'd use, how I would explain the crafting, etc. We finally arrived home, pulled in the drive, got the girls settled in bed, and stupid me got on stupid Facebook first.
The Soul Sucker.
Then I was dumb enough to check my notifications, and someone had commented on a picture... and then all hell broke loose. Game changer.
...... I have so many pictures that are no where else BUT on the very thing I am quitting in one day. I have album, after album, after album. Could I really just give all that up? No way. But how? To re-save them to my computer? To do that manually-- that would take days. Weeks maybe (I have kids.... time is something I don't have a lot of).
I immediately became overwhelmed. I almost started crying and seriously was reconsidering what I was doing. I was furious with myself and how I could rely on something so stupid to document the past 8-9 years of my life.
Because of Facebook, I have no recent pictures in my house. Its pathetic. CORRECTION- I have one of Emery in my house.... and that's because I ordered my dad one for Christmas... and accidentally ordered a duplicate.
Go me.
With Facebook, the constant looking and browsing through them on your profile is satisfaction enough for most. I know when I say most, I am really meaning me. I love to just scroll them on the occasion to see how much my girls have grown. Its mind boggling. Yes, them growing, and the fact that my walls are bare. Facebook just makes it too easy and way too accessible. And heck, its a lot less expensive than getting all those fancy prints.
After my small freak out, I began doing some research because there was no way in the good lord's name that I was going to be able to manually go through all that material in one evening. No way. The whole situation was looking pretty bleak because Facebook has certain protective policies when it comes to transferring data to other providers- but then I found this:
In my opinion, don't like it? Don't look. Along with the matter that no one can seem to keep rude opinions to themselves.
So, maybe they didn't mean it rudely, but that's certainly how I took it. I mean, I could keep posting pictures of Obama. Or the Pope. Or Miley Cyrus licking something.
Ok, so what's my point. Well, tonight.... I will admit-- that I do take too many pictures.
And I suck at documenting.
Tonight I had such high hopes of blogging about something that I had been itching to write all week. I had made my sister and her almost-here-baby, Ruxin some DIY crafts and I was super thrilled with the outcomes. We had her shower this afternoon, so I would have been free to post it/them this evening. I had a rough draft started and saved, and was ready to really get to work on it. But, first I needed to pick up Gwen from Indy. The whole way down I was thinking about the verbage I'd use, how I would explain the crafting, etc. We finally arrived home, pulled in the drive, got the girls settled in bed, and stupid me got on stupid Facebook first.
The Soul Sucker.
Then I was dumb enough to check my notifications, and someone had commented on a picture... and then all hell broke loose. Game changer.
...... I have so many pictures that are no where else BUT on the very thing I am quitting in one day. I have album, after album, after album. Could I really just give all that up? No way. But how? To re-save them to my computer? To do that manually-- that would take days. Weeks maybe (I have kids.... time is something I don't have a lot of).
I immediately became overwhelmed. I almost started crying and seriously was reconsidering what I was doing. I was furious with myself and how I could rely on something so stupid to document the past 8-9 years of my life.
Because of Facebook, I have no recent pictures in my house. Its pathetic. CORRECTION- I have one of Emery in my house.... and that's because I ordered my dad one for Christmas... and accidentally ordered a duplicate.
Go me.
With Facebook, the constant looking and browsing through them on your profile is satisfaction enough for most. I know when I say most, I am really meaning me. I love to just scroll them on the occasion to see how much my girls have grown. Its mind boggling. Yes, them growing, and the fact that my walls are bare. Facebook just makes it too easy and way too accessible. And heck, its a lot less expensive than getting all those fancy prints.
After my small freak out, I began doing some research because there was no way in the good lord's name that I was going to be able to manually go through all that material in one evening. No way. The whole situation was looking pretty bleak because Facebook has certain protective policies when it comes to transferring data to other providers- but then I found this:
Facebook to Google+ albums & photos transfer in no time...
............... Bingo.
I had never felt so relieved- Well, four hours later......
Yes, it was that simple. Yes, it was that fast, but I am a freak of nature and took photo after photo of my kids. I had over 4,000 pictures just on Facebook albums. That's not including pictures of me, my profile pics- just albums. Albums I created. How on earth did I get so many?
I do have a problem.
But it's definitely a good one. So, if any of you think you can't quit Facebook for the same reasons, just use that link! It will save you so much time and headache. And carpal tunnel.
If anyone has questions I will be more than happy to help you in any way that I can. Obviously, you Driod users like me would benefit from using Picasso and moving everything to Google Plus since Droid runs off Google itself anyways. All your other phone information/pictures are already stored there! WINNING!
So, with my crazy Mammarazzi ways, I am hoping that I helped someone else today. Do it as soon as you can! Even if you think you don't care today- you might in a year.
...... and you'll be hating yourself like I did.
xoxo,
Megan
I had never felt so relieved- Well, four hours later......
Yes, it was that simple. Yes, it was that fast, but I am a freak of nature and took photo after photo of my kids. I had over 4,000 pictures just on Facebook albums. That's not including pictures of me, my profile pics- just albums. Albums I created. How on earth did I get so many?
I do have a problem.
But it's definitely a good one. So, if any of you think you can't quit Facebook for the same reasons, just use that link! It will save you so much time and headache. And carpal tunnel.
If anyone has questions I will be more than happy to help you in any way that I can. Obviously, you Driod users like me would benefit from using Picasso and moving everything to Google Plus since Droid runs off Google itself anyways. All your other phone information/pictures are already stored there! WINNING!
So, with my crazy Mammarazzi ways, I am hoping that I helped someone else today. Do it as soon as you can! Even if you think you don't care today- you might in a year.
...... and you'll be hating yourself like I did.
xoxo,
Megan
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