Summer is just flying by

I think this is the longest I have neglected my blog since I started. I was forced to start using facebook, or actually shamed into it. You see most of my extended family is on it and if I want to stay in the loop, I have to join too. It is kind of interesting to have little glimpses into the lives of people I usually only see a few times a year. Some of them give minute by minute updates, which can get a little tiresome, and others are more private and only put the most compelling news in there. I can't say I fall into either category, I just do it when I feel like sharing, which is inconsistent for the most part. Kind of like my blogging.

I did find a very dear old friend on facebook, she was my very first BFF from 4th grade. We spent most of our pre-teen and teen years growing up together. I was at her house 99% of the time. We were so opposite, she was outgoing, adventurous, brave, and poor and she had a house full of siblings. I was shy, timid, sheltered, and not so poor (or so it seemed) and one of 2 kids. Her and her family opened up a whole new world to me. I am sure my parents thought this was not a good thing, but they were in the midst of their own drama at the time, they got divorced when I was 11.

So I happily joined in with her family and we set out for some great adventures like putting dead mice in the pockets of peoples laundry hanging on the clotheslines in the neighborhood one April Fools day. We also liked to explore places were shouldn't go in like abandoned amusement parks and neighbors pools at night. When I think of doing these things today, I shudder at what could of happened.

I learned how to survive on kraft macaroni and cheese and taryton cigarettes. We watched Johnny Carson and Joe Namath on TV, these were her favorites. We adventured to NYC one day and somehow got tickets to see the taping of Johnny, I'll bet we were all of 14 or so at the time. Sometimes we would just hang out at her house and listen to her brother play the guitar and his friend on the bongos, they would play "My Girl" and sing too. Not me though, they were singers, they tried to get me to sing, but I couldn't do it. I was happy to listen.

I have a lot of good memories from this time of my life, thanks to Cindy and her family.