How to get a good laugh when facebook stops working

I am only semi ashamed to say it, none the less, I am a facebook junkie. I am on as often as possible, and when I see or hear interesting things my first thought is, "Oh, I need to put that on facebook!"
How ever I find comfort in knowing I am not the worst condition a facebook addict can be. Some people go into sheer panic when the site goes down.
If you are like me, and attempt to find the funny in every situation, then you should check out the recent discovery I made; which gives me a good laugh every time. If you are not like me, then this blog entry will be very disappointing to you...sorry in advance!
Here's what you do

If you try to go to facebook, and the page won't load. The thought comes to mind, "Why isn't my facebook working?"

Step 1. Go to http://www.downforeveryoneorjustme.com There you can type in the url and it will tell you for certain if your internet is just haywire or if the site is really not working.
Step 2. If it tells you "It's not just you." Go to google.com
Step 3. Type in, "Facebook not working" and hit enter
Step 4. Once the results pop up, to the left there are options. Click "More search tools" Then click "latest"
Step 5. Watch the updates scroll down the screen of the millions of people around the world who share of their shock and horror that their beloved facebook is not working.
Step 6. Laugh out loud knowing you are not alone in your aching desire for facebook to work.
Step 7. By the time you have finished all these steps, and gotten your thrill out of the updates, facebook should be working again.

Hee hee!!

The Andcaneli triplets story exposed!

For Sara and Stina
It was a hot and humid June morning. Three little girls came into the world. Sisters at birth, sisters for ever. Daddy Pirate was away at sea, Mommy Crazy Clown was running around with no sanity.
The others in the town did not know what to do. Three little girls, no parents they knew. While the crazy clown regenerized, and the pirate continued poking eyes, the sheriff crept to their crib.
Not a sound did they make, one baby did not even wake. Once the babies were safe the town met inside a vase. One man cried, "Send them to the circus, and they won't make a fuss." Another suggested, "Send them sailing the sea, there they will be free."
When from out of the dark, and old woman creaked, "Give them to families who they will need. They may be separated, but they can grow to live a good life."
All agreed. They searched and searched, and alas, they found three families. The girls did not have names, Crazy Clown had named them, Hur, Her, and Herr. Since the town was named Sville, the mayor made a decree, "Their names shall have S's to honor this town they will never remember." So it was set, Sara, Stina, and Savannah.
So the triplets were separated and given to the families upon the vow that they would never tell they girls the true story, or the existence of their sisters, for their very lives would be at risk, if the crazy clown or pirate ever found them.

17 years they would live with out their dear triplets, never knowing each other but always knowing something was missing. Until that one fateful day in Miami, Florida. When all three girls decided they wanted to go to South America, and they ended up on the same team of missionaries.
They faced treacherous heat, cascading mountains, spit throwing lamas, and Inca Kola addictions and they survived all by each others side. But as all adventures do, the South American adventure had to come to an end. The girls agreed they would be friends for ever, little did they know what a waited the three, just down the road...

Savannah, who by this age preferred the name Anna contacted Sara that one rainy day to say, "What's up, what's new, what's lame?" As the two spoke, they grew suspicious,"How is it that we have so much in common? We must be related, maybe past lives are real?!"
Just then a little green gnome crawled up to Anna's ear, "You are not from here my dear." She shrieked with fear. Slowly he shared that they had come from a far away land, because their new families had needed them. They panicked in wondering, "Were we kidnapped?!"
"But you are not twins I say, for there were three of you born that day.Who are your parents is not what you should ask, but who is the third? Think! Think fast!"
Just as it occurred it was Stina they whose bond was felt third. They did not have time to question the gnome, for just that moment, a pirate burst through Anna's home!

"Mwa ha ha ha, I have finally found you! Now you are mine! Quick me mateys, send her to the crabs!" the pirate ordered.
Anna screamed out with desperation in her voice, "Please save me dear triplet, from the man eating crabs!"
But Sara and Stina were too far away, Anna was not saved. They mourned the death of the triplet they never got to know aside from those months in South America. 33 years they wept for their dear triplet, when one day she reappeared!
"The mermaids saved me, but I went under cover trying to solve the mystery of our lives. So far I do not know much, but our father is the pirate who tried to kill me, and our mother is a crazy clown."
The sisters rejoiced in celebration, they would finally get to live together and unlock the mystery.

These are the words I found engraved in the ground. Below that the stone read, "This is the story of the three women who disappeared in the African snow. There bodies were never found. No, there was nothing left of them but the shoe of a clown."

The boy who broke my heart

This summer I learned the name of a certain boy. I would go on to fall in love with that boy, and I would proceed to have my heart broken by that boy. And it all started on facebook. Did I mention, that boy was 2 years old?
July 26, the little boy had disappeared from his campground about 24hrs prior. A friend of mine posted the news report on her facebook wall. His name was Sylar Newton. Something about the boy grabbed my attention. I read through the report, he was being adopted, his biological parents had not been found, he was taken from a tent. I assured myself one of his bio parents took him.
Another day went by and I couldn't get his name out of my head. I decided I would join his facebook page and share with my friends as a way of feeling I did my part. When I looked, I found no page for him. I went on a whim and decided I would make a page for him.
I searched around and there were no good visible pictures of Sylar. Annoyed I searched for his relatives, and found his biological mom. She informed me the news spelled his name Syler but it was really Sylar. She provided good pictures of him. The moment I got a good look at his face, my hear melted. He was truly beautiful in every way.
The next few weeks I would get very involved with it all. I met his aunt, helped create a trust fund for Sylar, and was one of the first people to find out when Sylar's body was found; I wept like a baby over a baby I never met.
A lot more happened, that I cannot quite go into, but lots of people began to shed a light on the hard life Sylar lived with his adoptive family.
Now, no arrests have been made, and Sylar has not even been 100% confirmed ID, but a team of us have made it our mission to create an organization dedicated to preventing child abuse, in memory of Sylar.
Nothing is official yet... We have contacted a lawyer in hopes of getting his pro bono help to gain non profit status. We have been speaking the last few weeks, and he has to get the final thumbs up from his firm pro bono committee, then we will get started. He said it is looking good there.
More to come as I find out! <3 <3 <3 <3

Where I am

Ha ha! Well, I haven't been on here since April, there is no real reason why not, the truth is I just forgot all about this. I just remembered it so I logged on, and was surprised to find several comments. There was one comment left on June 6, 2010 by Anonymous, it made me laugh out loud. What they recommended I do in my post "Why am I here" is exactly what I had already decided. Shortly after I wrote that heartfelt post, I watched a video about the flaws in CPS. I found myself wanting so badly to change things. I have had that desire many times in the past but always convinced myself it was not do-able because it didn't fit into the Africa plan. That's when it hit me, maybe the reason I have been hitting so many road blocks is because I shouldn't be trying to force my plan to work. I decided maybe I should go with something I know I am passionate about, instead of trying to find out if I could like something because it fits in Africa dream better.
I determined I need to let go of my plans for me, and go with what God intended. He is after all the one who put these passions inside of me.
I am not giving up on my dream of Africa, but I am letting happen when it happens, instead of forcing it.
I have changed my major, yes again, to social work in hopes of helping foster kids find good permanent homes.
Something else MAJOR happened over the summer, that I also believe will have an impact on the rest of my life. My next post will be more details about that. Stay tuned!! <3

Short Stories by Anna

Well I haven't resolved anything since my last post. Still just going through the motions and contemplating when to take the leap of faith. An update though, I have decided to start sharing some of my short stories with the world. Not sure where to put them yet, so I just created a new blog to post them for now. Do me a favor and follow it too?? shortstoriesbyanna.blogspot.com

Why am I here?

Why am I here? It's a question I have been pondering non stop lately. It has always been the plan for me to move to Africa, ALWAYS. I was 4yrs old at my aunt Teri's house when I saw an add for saving the starving african children, when my aunt explained to me what a missionary was, and when decided some day it would be me. So around 6th grade I made up in my mind that nursing was what would get me there. I held on to that plan all through high school. Then college came, I failed my first term. Nursing was out of the picture after that. It is not possible, and even if it was, I have no desire for it. So I went and talked to my adviser, who knows nothing of the history of my dream, and she suggested journalism based on what I actually like to do. I was excited about it, but when the excitement wore off, I am left thinking, if I get into this, I will end up in a desk job half my life. I don't want that, I want to be out living the dream everyday. So now I have reached the point where I am asking, why am I still here? Why am I not in Africa? There is loads of things I can do with out college education, and besides, there isn't much I can do with the area of study I am doing. So what do I do? I am losing my desire to be in school, I just want to find an organization that can support me, and I want to go be in Africa. So, why am I still here in oregon, wishing my life away with full time school, part time waitressing, and no time in the week for church. Why am I not out there, feeding the starving, bringing hope to the hopeless, rocking the orphans to sleep. I feel I am stuck in a rut, and it is just about time to get out. I don't know how I am getting there, but I do not want it to take much longer. I am tired of wondering, Lord please tell me, why am I here, and not where my heart is?

Lifestyle

I know I this blog is called Africa bound chick, and that I created it to talk all about my journey getting there. But, I am at a different point in my life right now. I am in a place of a big lifestyle change, and I think it's worthy of talking about on the page dedicated to my life's journey. So for a few months I am sidetracking away from my focus of Africa on this blog, and talking about my journey to good health. I have been sick lately, very sick. Vomitting a lot, low energy, and a few other things. First I thought it was TOM, then I thought I was fighting a bug. Then I started to get concerned there was something worse going on in me and that maybe I needed a doctor. Then it hit me tonight what has been making me sick, it's my lifestyle. I talk about wanting to lose weight this year, but I keep gaining. Earlier tonight I was throwing up and I began to cry thinking, "What's wrong with me?!" I tried thinking of what I had eaten to see if something caused it. I thought about it and thought some more. I ate ice cream 4 times today, bought a mocha, then had coffee when I got home. That was it. The day before and the day before were no better. It's the lack of sleep, high amount of stress, and crap I have been eating that's making me sick. So I went to get dinner and thought, "I'll eat something healthy." I couldn't find anything! This moment I realized I don't know how to eat. I don't know what's healthy, and what I should eat. Clueless. So I got a few books on calorie intake and what foods a person needs daily. I realize now it's more than only having 3 meals a day, and going to the gym. It's giving my body what it needs, and not much more. I need sleep, veggies, meats, grains, and good old fun and laughter. Tonight I will formulate a plan, tomorrow I take better care of my stomach. Africa bound chick is a health bound chick!

Steve

Once upon a time there was a man and a woman who fell into something similar to love. They married and had a little boy and a little girl. He was only there for a while, but the wounds he left on the little girl would last for years. A while later a new man came along. He showed the girl that all men are not evil; but in fact most men are good. She did not need to be afraid of the dark, or some one hurting her, and he taught her how to pray. He not only showed her how to fish, check the oil, and change a tire. He taught her how true love could truly be; yes he loved her mother so. She saw with him and her mother that love is cruise across the sea or simply watching Jeopardy. That little girl just turned 19, and has begun looking for a love of her own. She has not found him yet but she knows how she wants it to be. That little girl is me.