I was on Facebook this morning, just cruising around posts and things to join, or quizzes to do. And I had an idea: what famous person might be on Facebook? The first person to come to mind was George Clooney. Now, I’m a big George Clooney fan; not just for his movies, but for his charitable actions and political outspokeness. Here is an actor who could run for governor of California and win by a landslide. I don’t know if he has any political aspirations, but he should really give it some thought.
But I digress. I typed in “George Clooney” in the ‘Find Friends’ section—lo and behold, there he was. He had one friend listed. So I figured I could be a second friend. After all, I’m not a stalker. My son’s an actor, trying to get his first break at the age of ten, but I’m not looking for help, from him. It just seems like we have the same, sometimes sick sense of humor, and share the same political views, as well as the conditions in Darfur that sicken me. The one thing I’d love to see him do is a PSA for finding a cure for Lupus, since no famous person has come out for this disease that affects 15 million people. I didn’t mention that in my message to him.
I did mention a dream I had when I was pregnant with my son. I told my husband, in the dream, that I was going to California to George Clooney’s house, because he was the father of my baby. I was about seven months pregnant in the dream and I boarded a bus (which I’ve never done), and rode out to George’s house. He was very welcoming, and somehow accepted that he was the father of my son. I stayed with him and his bachelor and was quite content and then I woke up. Two weeks later, my water broke and my son was born seven weeks early. My husband calls George “Conor’s second father.”
Then I typed in “Tim Tebow.” For those of you who don’t realize that college football is a religion in the south, and don’t realize that Florida is divided into two groups: Gator fans vs. Seminole fans, Tim Tebow is one of the greatest Florida Gator quarterbacks in a school that’s produced numerous outstanding football players. Tim is my son’s hero, both for his on field and off. Tim is a true Christian, not just in church, but in his everyday life. While others were playing during spring break, Tim was helping build houses in (I believe) Costa Rica. He believes in his Christianity, even using the below-eye black stuff to put in a Bible verse (“Through Christ I can do anything”).
There were a lot of Tim Tebows on Facebook, so I picked the one with a picture of Tim Tebow next to his name. It may not be the right Tim Tebow, but it was worth a shot. I also heard from a man from Iowa, a Gator fan who emailed me a note after seeing a response to the fact that our Gators flag will go up on August 6th, the first day of training camp. It’s hard to be a Gators fan in New Jersey. Most of the folks here either are professional football fans, or fans of Penn State. They haven’t even heard of the SEC. They don’t know that the Gators were the national champions last season. It’s okay. I ride around with my Gators sticker on my SUV and the license plate holder that says “Florida Gators” on it. I do my part.
In August, my son is going to SpaceCamp in Huntsville, Alabama. He has his Gator T-Shirts, swim trunks, flip-flops, and towel. He’ll get a lot of crap about it, but it’s ‘Bama country and they don’t take well to Gator fans. But he’ll suck it up. He already has his response ready: “Who’s the national champions—Bama or Gators?” He may be only ten, but he knows what he likes.
So, I’m hoping I made two new friends today. George Clooney for me and Tim Tebow for my son. If neither responds, that’s ok too. I have enough friends on Facebook to keep me busy.