The following statement changed everything: No cameras allowed

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My plan was to write a post about my blogging buddies. My bestest blogging buddies. Because, and I am sorry to break the news to you, my blogging buddies and I have the best clique ever. I swear. Pinky swear, even.

I am not trying to be mean, though sometimes honesty brings with it mean undertones. So, I apologize for any negative undertones one may feel by my declaration of having the best blogging buddies. Did I say that already? I don’t have cable, either. (Did you know that, Kim, the G is silent?)

Yes, my plan was to talk about my blogging buddies. Alas, all good plans are subject to change. Especially when the plan was crafted by a woman. (d’oh!) Continue reading

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To my Blogary I write

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Dear Blogary,

I am in a funk. I’m not sure how it happened. Perhaps life has been moving too quickly, lately. Perhaps I’ve not invested enough time in sleep. Perhaps I’ve invested too much time in sleep. Unsure of the reasons why, I find myself in a funk. And Blogary, what follows may cost me some subscribers.

I was one of the millions who tuned in to the Royal Wedding today. I enjoyed shutting out the craziness of our current crises and losing myself in the magical enchantment of a Prince marrying a soon to be Princess. I remember when this Prince was a baby. He’s grown, and I believe his mother would be proud. I hope this marriage survives the scrutiny that will surround it. I hope Prince William inherited his mother’s resilience. I believe Kate shares Lady Diana’s better qualities. Continue reading

40 Days Without Facebook and Twitter: Epilogue

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Let me begin by saying, my brother informed me the day before Easter that I did not give up Facebook or Twitter. Because my posts were published on Facebook and Twitter during the 40-day Lenten observance, I – technically – did not give up either Facebook or Twitter. My brother-in-law (my husband’s side of the family) added his two cents and said he agreed with my brother. Maturely, while covering my ears, I say to my brother and brother-in-law “La la la la la la la…. I can’t hear you!”

For what it is worth, my brother added, “I suppose I could have expressed my opinion on day 1 vs. waiting until day 39.” Yes, Brother, you could have spoken sooner. Continue reading

We’re Friends, Right?

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I received a note from a friend, “I am so ticked at the moment.” She wrote. “Apparently, if you post stuff on Facebook, you have communicated with your friends.”

Her gripe concerned one of her friends, who recently had a biopsy and posted the results (clear) on Facebook. See, my friend is not on Facebook, and she found out about her friend’s biopsy and the results of the biopsy through her husband, who saw it posted on Facebook. My friend then wondered, “Maybe we aren’t really as good of friends as I had thought.” Continue reading

Liking the sound of my own writing

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We gathered at my brother’s house this past weekend. We were celebrating the high school graduation of my brother’s daughter. All my siblings came to the celebration, so the house was full.

At one point, everyone got together while my niece opened her cards and presents from the countless well-wishers. After the 50th (or was it the 50th gabillion) card, the peanut gallery became slap happy. Facial expressions, rolling eyes and hand signals were used when the lengthier cards were read aloud. Continue reading