Confessions of a Blogger (from 2012)

Confession Number 1:  I havent touched my blog for over a year. I was 'worried' when I searched among my favorites places for the link.  I felt a tinge of panic at the thought of loosing my posts as only some of them are backed-up in Word. Despite the fact that I've had numerous life changing events in the past  16 months, I kept telling myself  "Tomorrow I'll write".  It's no surprise that tomorrow, turned into 16 months at the blink of an eye. 

I have so much for which to be thankful; my grandchildren and children,  Dave's retirement, a recent trip to Disneyland and a trip to Kauai scheduled for the fall.  Until now, I just couldn't seem focus and write.  Well that, and my new Iphone which has made me become lazy and reduced me to one-fingered typing--not exactally condusive for long correspondence or updates more than 250 characters. 

Life goes on.  Each day the sun rises, the day unfolds, and I'm comforted  that bedtime has once again arrived , so the  cycle can begin  tomorrow.

Confession Number 2:  I have decided that since Dave has retired that I'm officiallyu ignoring Mondays.  Who likes Monday anyway?   After a long day shopping and preparing Sunday dinner, I'm ususally exhausted anyway.  So, I no longer schedule anything on Monday.  I stay in my jammies most Mondays and if I do anything  it can most likely be accomplished from my bed.  Sparkey likes Mondays.  He gets up with Dave, hits the Dog Park, comes home for a treat and high tales it back to bed to snuggle with me.  After years of working,  raising kids, volunteering and keeping a family on track, who cares if I take Monday off?  Not Dave.  Not my kids.  Definately not Sparkey.

Confession Number 3:  My crystal chandiler hasn't been washed  since November.  It's really getting dusty since Helper Dave has made the garage into a workshop. There is lots of sanding, grinding and painting going on out there and make no mistake:  I'm not complaining!  All of the new projects have created  dust and especially since the chandelier is in close proximity to the backdoor which leads to the garage it's vulnerable.  It's that same "tomorrow" attitude that has gotten me behind with my housecleaning that  halted my blog .  Don't even get me started on the ceiling fans and  my lack of housekeeping in general.   If my Mother walked into my house, she'd glove up and pour the Pine Sol. 


Confession number 4;  I really suck at keeping up with my friends.  If it weren't for Facebook, I'd never have contact with most of them.  I've become a 'texter' and a 'poster' rather than a caller and card writer.  I feel guilty, but with social media and texting so easily accessible in our daily lives, it's just so easy to text rather than call.  Moreover, the postal theft is astonishing....first targeted is a card envelope looking for gift cards.  Just read that the postal service lost 18 billion (with a b) dollars last year.  When we stop getting mail delivery I won't be so hard on myself about sending cards.  It looks like that day is coming faster than I thought.

 Confession number 5   I suck at spelling and grammar.  I really should take a class in fundamental grammar to be a better writer.  It is on the "to do" list, which has become more like a bucket list.  There are so many things I should do to make myself a healthier and even a better person.  Most days I lack focus and spend the day looking for my glasses and my keys.  If I can't remember where they are, how am I going to learn to conjugate a sentence?


Confession number 6  I think boxed cake mixes are awesome.  Yes, I know how to make it from scratch, but sometimes all you have time for is a box of Betty Crocker to bake someone happy.  One of my family's favorite desserts is a Peach Cobble Dump Cake which takes 4 ingredients.  Even for the healthy food Nazi's out there, occasional use of a box cake will not kill you.

Confession number 7  If I had not married Dave, I would be a hoarder.  He would even say I'm a qusi-hoarder now.  I keep everything.  He throws everything away.  In the big picture of life that's a pretty good balance.  I wouldn't be a filthy hoarder.  I would have a system.  I can mentally picture the maze of boxes in the garage.  Thanks to Dave the maze is only in my mind. 

Confession number 8  Facebook is really for Baby Boomer.  Generation X thinks it was created for them.  Even creator Mark Zukerburg though it was for them.  I'm here to tell you I love Facebook.  I receive a lot of satisfaction keeping in contact with my family and friends.  I love watching children of young adults who are peers of my adult children.  I have reconnected with family via Facebook. I have DISCOVERED family though Facebook.  For the record, I don't play games or click "like" because it will help starving children. 

Confession 9  
Being a grandparent is the best job in the world.