It's all her fault...my daughter's. She suggested I start a Facebook acccount. Which I did. After stumbling and bumbling my way around the past day or so I think I'm kind of...sort of...well, not really...getting the hang of it. My trouble is, even tho I 'know' a lot of people from all over in 55 years on this earth -- how many do I want to 'find'? Or even establish contact with any more? People do a lot of changing, myself included, in a lifetime. Just because I had everything in common with someone at the age of 15 doesn't necessarily mean I'd have even one thing in common with them now. But we shall see where it all goes from here. One thing I do like about it is it keeps me updated on Friends I truly do love. I'm actually reading something they've written or is currently happening in their lives! Blogging is a very one-sided way of communicating, I've found out. And it's so hard to email friends or family who read here all the time because what I'd be writing to them in an email is something they've already read here. Unless it's something really private. But oh well... So...if any of you who aren't already a Friend to me on Facebook and would like to be, contact me at the email in my Profile and we'll see if we can't get connected.
Our household has been full of sickness and injury the past couple of weeks. Dear Hubby severely strained a muscle in his lower back at work and has been hobbling around and visiting his chiropractor. He's much improved, thank goodness, and may go back to work tomorrow if his doctor releases him after seeing him later this morning. Dylan and Cooper have been fighting colds since Christmas. Our daughter has been very sick with asthmatic bronchitis. And now Dear Hubby is coming down with some kind of cold. At least...so far, fingers' crossed, 2009 is starting out uneventful for me. It'd be nice if it stays that way.
The little ones will be here soon. I've got a mountain of laundry needing to be folded on top of the dryer. I'm feeling very....arggggghhhhhh. I think I forgot to change my estrogen patch on the right day. I'm overdue. I can always tell. *Sigh*
Did Christmas really just happen, and did I just celebrate a birthday? Or did I dream it all?