Social Media, Family, And Being WHO YOU ARE. And the Shit-Show That Comes With It.

When I first joined Facebook, my friend list was pretty limited. I didn’t add anyone that gasps a lot or is easily offended. And I certainly didn’t invite any family members into my alternate universe.

As my blog’s readership slowly began increasing, and I started connecting with other writers, my social networking world expanded as well.

The more I got to know myself, through my writing, the louder and more confident my voice became. With each nod of affirmation I received, when I’d put something out there, came the realization that people appreciated authenticity…even if it did come with a dash of motherfucker and a sprinkle of my kids are being total assholes today.

Do I push the envelope with my words sometimes? Possibly, to some I suppose. But, I don’t really consider being who I am as pushing the envelope. Because, any one of you who know me in real life, know that I don’t present or express myself any differently than I do here, in this written space.

Then, around the time I realized I was no longer ten years old, and shouldn’t have to hide my feelings or thoughts from anyone, I started welcoming more people into my online world.

And, you know what?

So many people shocked me. There were friends, friends of friends, friends of my mom, and relatives, that I had pegged completely wrong all this time. Some were more empathetic and thoughtful than I’d thought. Some were spicier with their language and dirtier with there jokes than I ever could have imagined. And all of them were so supportive, even if they didn’t always agree with me.

So, this is what it feels like to come into your own, to proudly and wholly put all of yourself out there. Awesome.

Lately, things have been moving along swimmingly, my words and thoughts flowing freely. I’ve found my groove, and my people, and it feels awesome. My skin has thickened considerably over the past few years, which is a necessity for those of us who purge our feelings on the internet for a living. I never expect everyone to agree with, or laugh at, every single word I say. I know that I’m not everyone’s cup of skinny vanilla non-fat latte.

And, that’s fine.

I don’t expect strangers, or even an acquaintances, to love me unconditionally.

Or even like me.

Such is life.

Anyway, this morning after consuming around 300 cups of coffee, I continued sorting through old boxes, when I came across an old picture.

I know a family member who would love this!

As I went to post it to their Facebook page, I noticed something odd.

Right at the top of their profile it said, “Add Friend.”

Huh? But, we already are friends. No, we’re family, dammit!

And then it hit me.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN.

I’d been given the boot.

I’d been DEFRIENDED.

GASP!

I know what you’re thinking.

How could someone defriend Allison Zapata? I MEAN, REALLY?

Or maybe more like…

Big fucking deal, IT’S FACEBOOK.

And, I KNOW! I would be thinking the same thing.

I’ve been defriended numerous times over the years and, most of the time, my reaction has been along the lines of “DAMMIT. I only wish I could send them a message saying THANK YOU I’VE BEEN WANTING TO DO THAT FOR A LONG TIME AND I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I?”

Hurt feelings never entered the picture.

Until now.

Because, while most will say, “It’s just Facebook get a grip woman,” I say, OUCH! How about just hiding me, dude?”

I’ve gone through a myriad of emotions throughout the day. Embarrassment, for sharing such trite family drama on such a public platform, hurt that it happened, more embarrassment for having such a strong reaction to something so seemingly insignificant, and pissed off that I’m lacking support where I’ve always craved it the most.

I think my overly-dramatic reaction, in part, has a lot to do with the fact that I’d finally come to a place of, “Wow, my family, and everyone else, finally knows all parts of me, uncensored, and they still totally dig and accept me.”

Because, for so many years, I always felt like I didn’t really fit anywhere on my family tree.

Most of the time, I felt insecure, like the black sheep of the family (my mother and sister excluded, of course. They’ve always had my back, even if I was/am a little weird).

Oh, that Allison, she is so shy…

I would hear it over and over and over again, when I was a kid.

And, it wasn’t so much that I was shy, I just never felt completely at ease when we all gathered ’round the table at Christmas.

Sure, they loved me, adored me even. And I them (and I’ll kick your ass right now if you trash them). But, that didn’t stop me from being guarded, careful not to reveal all my layers.

The fear of rejection is an ugly, ugly beast, I tell you.

And maybe it was all in my head.

Maybe it was my own insecurities rearing their ugly heads, in those times I felt that what I had to say wasn’t welcomed or appreciated.

Or, maybe that’s just how every kid feels…itching to leave family gatherings for the night to join friends, those people who so totally get you.

I mean, this wasn’t even in the days that people openly ripped each other a new one over politics, religion, or gay-marriage. Which, today, are all areas in which I differ considerably with most of my family.

Maybe, we are who we are from the get-go, and those undiscovered views began to rear their ugly heads in our subconscious; our moral values intact, only lacking a platform on which to preach.

And, maybe I’m in the wrong for being so vocal about my views, amongst people who so fervently disagree with them.

But, I really just. don’t. get. it.

Sure, I have a filthy mouth (and mind) a lot of the time, but I’m always coming from a place of good….mostly.

I don’t talk about my vibrators, or murdering anyone, or trash someone for the way they look or what they wear.

I would get the shock factor if I was going on and on about white power, or hating thy neighbor, or how fucking awful Donald Trump’s hair is (my only looks-trashing exception).

Yes, I pepper my thoughts with strong language, because I have strong beliefs. But, they are beliefs like, wanting people to take care of each other, not judging people who are different, and lending a fucking hand when someone needs it.

And, for that, I will not apologize.

I am very careful when it comes to what I share here. I try not to tell anyone’s story but my own. But, I’m also very open about a lot of things.

That’s who I am….who I have become. And we all have our own version to tell.

Also, I recognize the fact that everyone has bad days. And that, if you don’t have the same sense of humor as me, coming across something like this when already annoyed could totally send you over the edge.

But, at the end of the day, silly or not, this whole thing just made me feel like the eight year old who finally spoke up at Thanksgiving dinner…and was asked to leave the table.

Luckily, my family and I love each enough to carve the turkey again next year….and again the next….and again the next….until we get it just right.

Do you mix family and social media?

Who are you more YOU around? Family or friends?

Are you as dysfunctional as me?

(Don’t answer that last question.)

My Vacation Bucket List: With and Without Kids

Maybe its because I’m eight months pregnant and taking a walk to my mailbox feels like travel to me, but its seems all I’ve done lately is dream of fun vacations to faraway places.

Most of the time, these dreams exclude the members of my family who still poop their pants, but sometimes one will creep in that includes them in my grand plans.

So, without further adieu, I present to you my vacation bucket list, with and without the little ones.

Top Five Dream Vacations Without Kids

Morocco I have wanted to visit this fabulous country for so many years now. And, after watching The Real Housewives of New York take Marrakech by storm, I feel a sudden sense of urgency to get over there now. First, to apologize, and then to be grateful for my surroundings and soak them all in.

African Safari I think most kids dream of going on an African safari. I know I sure did. And I still do. I’m a huge animal lover, as in I love animals more then people, so it would be an absolute dream to have monkeys swinging in the trees outside my African hut. And by hut I mean luxury resort, of course.

Cuba Have you watched The Buena Vista Social Club? I have and it made me want to visit Cuba that much more. The music, the people, the arts, the culture….I could go on and on. No, it’s not the easiest place to get to from here, but I think it’s well worth the detour.

New Zealand Now, maybe this is an urban legend, but I once heard that New Zealand is some sort of utopia. Beautiful scenery and good people, not to mention that a short trip in any direction will lead you to an entirely different climate. “Guys, I’m totally sick of snow skiing, let’s head to the beach,” is enough for New Zealand to make it onto my super exclusive list.

The Pacific Northwest Road Trip I would love to fly into California and take a drive up the coast, straight into Canada. The drive must be breathtaking and there are so many great cities to check out along the way. And Canada, well, it’s about time I visit our neighbors to the north.

*Honorable Mentions: Australia, Beirut, Napa, Italy

Top Five Dream Vacations With Kids

San Diego As if the zoo wasn’t reason enough to make the trek to San Diego, there’s Lego Land. I’d guess that Lego Land for Lego-loving kids is the equivalent to Napa for wine-loving moms. Throw in Sea World, the beach, and a stick of Zinc and I’m in.

Disney World My name is Allison and I’ve never been to Disney World. Gasp, I know. If you are reading this, Mom, I forgive you, and you can make it up to me by joining us…and babysitting the kids while we go out at night.

Costa Rica This one jumped back and forth between the two categories, ultimately landing on the “with kids” list. Beautiful scenery and fantastic outdoor fun make Costa Rica seem like the ultimate family adventure! Or, if you are me, probably some sort of cast.

Hawaii I went to Hawaii on my honeymoon. It was amazing, despite the fact that I fractured my knee the first morning there while walking to the pool. I am dying to go back and relax for a week or so with my two little island kids. My only apprehension is handling these two kids on the long flight. I can barely handle myself.

New Orleans One of my favorite cities on earth and now it’s my kids’ turn to experience its magic. Luckily for me, it’s not too far away. I sense a weekend trip in the near future. I can already see, hear, feel, and taste it!

*Honorable Mentions: Yellowstone, Grand Canyon, Chicago, Niagara Falls

And there you have it.

Reading back over my vacation bucket list, I feel two things. One, excited at the thought of getting to visit even one of these fabulous places. And, two, so relieved that I am currently writing this in pajamas, from my own bed. Because, after all is said and done, there’s really no place like home.

Now, it’s your turn to daydream.

What’s on your vacation bucket list?

Almost full circle.

We spent last weekend at my aunt and uncle’s farm.  They recently bought some land and built their dream home.

And?

It sure as shit ain’t Old McDonald’s Farm.


As you approach the house, you pass the final resting place of the Jacomini’s.

A chapel, with four trees around it. A tree for each of them. Biggest is Tommy’s tree. Smallest, Vivi’s. Growing each day, more and more, from their ashes buried beneath.

Inside the chapel are four headstones.  If you are sitting in front of Vivi’s stone, you can look out and see her tree. And so on…

The ceiling was made out of stained glass by my uncle, Susie’s father.

It’s a wonderful, peaceful place. Somewhere we can go to be close to them. To talk to them. It’s strangely calming.

The weekend was great!!

So relaxing to be out there, in the middle of nowhere.

Lots of swimming.

And of course, the kids dropped trou.

My aunt and uncle have owned a player piano since before I was born. You know the kind? The piano that tickles it’s own keys. My sister, my cousins, and I spent so much time on that thing throughout our childhood.

And now?

Our kids are doing the same.

So bizarre.

My eyes filled with tears as I was taking this shot with my iPhone.

We have come full circle.

Except our circle will never be complete.

There will always be four people missing.

*Apologies for the bad iPhone pictures 🙂