I guess it seems natural to us here in the southern part of Louisiana, but imagine being a Facebook friend from another part of this country or another country entirely.

Who Dat?

They must think we’re crazy.

Facebook. It’s become the place to be. Old, young and in between are signing up and signing on. Instead of asking for my phone number recently, a guy asked: Do you have a Facebook page? It was a first for sure, but my answer: “Sure I do.”

I don’t post a whole lot on Facebook, but I love reading what others write. And since September, more and more, the Who Dats have been rampant.

This week I can’t log on without being bombarded by Saints talk. So and so became a fan of the New Orleans Saints. So and so became a member of the Who Dat Nation. So and so had “a great time at the game Saturday! Dome was loudest I’ve ever heard.”

“Is it Sunday yet?” seems to be today’s message. Two of my friends posted that within the last hour of this writing. (Remember when we couldn’t wait until Friday, and Sunday came way too soon?)

We’re in such a frenzy here over the Saints, and the excitement is popping up everywhere. Now Facebook is taking our emotional ride worldwide.

Isn’t it amazing how the Internet can do that? Who would have thought 20 years ago we’d chat instantly with people we haven’t seen in years? I’ve reconnected with many old high school friends and feel like I’ve gotten to know many of them all over again.

As I said earlier, I like to read what others post. One woman I used to work with is always lamenting the perils of motherhood. I had forgotten just how funny this woman was, and I look forward to her posts on a daily basis.

There are other posts I look forward to as well. Here are some of my favorites:

• “Catching up on my daughter’s life…. and of course by catching up I mean listening to her talk to her friends.”

• “We are less than two weeks into the New Year and the accompanying plethora of resolutions to lose weight. Girl Scout Cookie season begins in four days. Coincidence? I think not.”

• “From NPR’s Car Talk: ‘Honk if you love Jesus. Text and drive if you want to meet him.’”

• “Wondering if other parents are perplexed by being exposed to high school drama in small batches. It’s like watching a soap opera you can only tune in on certain days… what happens in between?”

• “Read today that caffeine on an empty stomach can cause irritability and forgetfulness. Never knew that before, but it explains a lot… like every morning of my life for the past several decades, or so.”

• “Isn’t it ironic? We ignore those who adore us. Adore those who ignore us. Love those who hurt us, and hurt those who love us.”

• “Not too happy that I seem to need 14 to 15 hours of sleep per 24-hour period. It’s like being in a coma on an installment plan, with a few hours each day to shuffle around drinking coffee.”

• “I have lost the instructions to my kids.”

• “Note to self: Working out for 45 minutes on the elliptical does not mean it’s okay to eat the last of the brownies.”

And my favorite:

• “…is an educated, reasonably bright, generally lucid person, yet yesterday I closed my car’s power window while my hand was still outside, and today I order a medium coffee with nothing but ketchup and cheese. Seriously, who DOES these things?”

We all do, that’s for sure!

And back to the Who Dats. Another post within the last minute.

“We can do this. Just two more days. Follow me, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.”

Gotta love our friends!

Sandy Cunningham is publisher of L’Observateur. She can be reached at sandy.cunningham@ wickcommunications.com.