Facebook Atrophy

In the past months, I've been so immersed in playing on facebook, that I've neglected to post here. Sometimes I feel like it's redundant; everyone who gives a rip about what I say or think reads my stuff on facebook.

But then I realized that, for example, my dad is not on facebook, nor is he likely to ever be. But since I moved his grandchildren 2,000 miles away, I did promise him that I would post pictures and updates here, so that he could keep up with the goings on.

Sorry, Pop. It's been a 90-day blog desert. So what's happened since November? Well, let's see...

We passed our 1-year mark here in our new home. Putting Christmas up. Taking Christmas down. Amelia was in a play at the community theater, and she got her Learner's Permit. Jamison's Cub Scout Den sort of fell apart, and I sort of feel it was sort of my fault.

It snowed. Once. And then was gone. I did not receive a Valentine, but neither did I expect to. (Although...wouldn't the *sweetest* Valentines be those which you receive unexpectedly?)

The kids' dad is now down to one weekend a month because he's working a part-time job in addition to his regular job in addition to the Air Force Reserve. Because his wife won't work. That's all I'll say about that. His life, not mine. Except it's not just his life; it affects his kids, too.

I don't have a way home from work, tonight. My car-pooling-to-the-Alabama-relatives friends are borrowing my car to get them there, since theirs is in the shop. This was just decided an hour ago, but now I don't know how I'll get home.

However, I'd rather figure out how to get a mile-and-a-half from here, than have to drive 200 miles round trip between 7 and 11 tonight. (If we carpool, the other family and their AL folks can be at the halfway point MUCH earlier than the ex-h and I can--they deliver my son to him around supper time, instead of at 10:00 at night. This also means that I don't have to drive home from Alabama alone at night on unlit roads. Yes. Yes, you may borrow my car. I'll figure something out about getting home.)

Oh. And cats. We got cats. Used cats. My friend kept pissing and moaning about not wanting HIS cats, and my daughter kept whining and wheedling to GET a cat. My friend said, "You can have mine." So we took them. They live in her room. They seem to be happy. As happy as cats can seem, I guess.

I suppose that I should attempt to get some actual work done. Except that that would entail filing, and I hate filing. *sigh* But I really should try to earn my keep.

I hope that's enough of an update for now...