I know..I know...I tend to disappear for a while and then I come back here and tell you I'm sorry, that I've been sooooo busy, I just haven't had the time to write.
Lies...all of it...lies.
I've become hooked on Facebook, and haven't taken the time to do anything else. It's like the rest of the Internet just doesn't exist. (Except Google)
I get on to see what my old friends from back home are doing. I private message my sons, and comment on their posts, which probably embarrasses the hell out of them. (Tough.). I learned that girls who were snooty bitches in high school are now snooty bitches with 40 years experience. I play Criminal Case and a couple of other games. (NOT Candy Crush...that was created by Satan himself to torment the lost souls of Hell)
Actually Facebook is the best way I have to keep up with what's going on in my scattered family. Some people get their feelings all hurt when they hear news through Facebook or an email. I don't...I'm just glad to GET news.
I'm retired, but my family and friends are not. They're busy with their lives. My sons are young, and they have jobs and school, children and houses to take care of. I remember what that was like. Hell, they barely have time to sleep. Who's got time to stop and pick up a telephone? But a private message that says, "Hey Mom..just wanted to say hi, I'm fine. Kids (or cats) are fine..Love you"...that's gold to me.
So...here I am again...apologizing for my absence. I can't guarantee it won't happen again, but at least you'll know where to find me.
There is no rhyme or reason to this, just whatever happens to cross my mind.
