Being FAP-ed

Being FAP-ed stinks. 

And lately we've been getting FAP-ed more and more often.  I blame Facebook and its siren call that speaks to my offspring like cheesecake speaks to me.  You see, my wee babes don't log onto FB to network socially...oh no....they log on to play those blasted games.  Farmville.  Frontierville.  Treasure Islandville.  Pet Societyville.  And every other -ville possibly alive. 

The -villes are the source of the FAP-edness. 

Growl.

If you are unfamiliar with the world'o'FAP, let me just tell you that it is some hokey mess that my satellite Internet provider came up with to make my life miserable.  Apparently we're only allowed a certain amount of bandwidth yada yada per 34.6 seconds or something or other.  And if we exceed our allowance, then the FAP Patrol waltzes in and retires your computers to slower than dial-up speed.  And it takes me to my very ugly place.  And dern Farmville FAPs us faster than all get out.  (***I've had some people commenting that they have never heard of the mysterious FAP.  Go here.  Be enlightened.***)

Last night and today, we succumbed to the FAP gods, which disappointed me highly since today was my day that I had designated as my entirely free day.  All my chores were caught up around the house, and we had absolutely nowhere to be.  'Twould have been a fantastic day to catch up on all of my webby responsibilities, but, Behold:  The Almighty FAP. 

Double Growl.

So I did what anyone else would do when the FAP appears.  I got a little crafty.  And I napped.  And I read.  And I went through all 9,563 pictures stuck in my computer and organized every.single.one.of.them.  Go on....yawn with me.  Because the pictures wore me out.  But, I'm so glad that I got that job done.  My picture folders were beyond the clean-up stage....they needed an all-out overhaulin'. 

While I was digging around and deleting and moving folders here and there, I rediscovered some of my most favorite pictures EVER.  Some I remembered...but others I had forgotten about....

Like this 'lil beauty:

Nothing like a toga party.....

Or this one of me and Tate.  Gosh...I love his angel face.  Looking at this picture is enough to make me do the ugly cry.

Or what about Keaton dressed up as Gandalf the White (Lord of the Rings)?  It makes me snicker and snort all over myself:

This one is of Kirk and me up in Rocky Mountain National Park.  One of my most favorite pictures of us evuh.  And that trip to Colorado a couple of years ago was one of my most favorite trips I've ever taken.  Good sweet memories....

Aw...and this one makes me misty because I love my momma and daddy and big sister....

And I love this one of Keaton and me because he's actually smiling in the picture, and the.kid.NEVER.smiles in pictures....

I could keep this up forever....but if I keep uploading pictures, I'm just going to FAP us again.  And you already know my feelings on that whole scenario....

Although if I can dig back through pictures and snort-giggle and ugly cry a little bit...the FAPage may just be worth it.

I said MAY.