Hmmm...I tried to make a few "changes" on my blog in Blogger - and one change that was made was not mine - or my intention..
Some of the blogs I had saved and were in my listing of "Blogs that inspire me" are no longer there - but I sometimes don't realize it until I run into the blog again and think "Where is it?? I haven't read that one in a while?!"
If I did decide to un-list you, or un-friend you, I would have gone to your blog and told you why..
..or ignored your phone calls, or didn't answer the door when you stopped by..or tried to run you over with my car-
Just messin' with you on that last one..
There have been people that have left my life - either on their terms or mine..guess that goes without saying.
I guess it's that our lives go into different directions - we came together because of a mutual episode..or a life-altering change (like my cancer) ..or job, city, kids the same age, etc. but we move on..
Some friends are just plain 'ol fun-suckers. I guess that they are not really friends to begin with - just acquaintances..but, crushers of my happy once too often.
Some have made me happy just by their leaving..but many more by their continued friendship.
I have 2 sister who have friends - good friends- and I think it's because they are good friends back..
I feel I have good Internet friends. I'm pretty much a home-body and I really REALLY like the company of Mr. B and the pups and my cozy little home.
The kids think I'm pretty..ah, what's the word..BORING.
I will think it's a great idea to go to a movie or shopping with a friend, but when the actual times comes, I'm bummed because I have to leave my comforts. So, I usually don't make the commitment at all...
Everyone who knows me thinks it's weird that I am sooo happy in my quiet little world of work over in the new cubicle with no one around to chat (gossip?) with.
But I SOOO am. It's quiet. I don't have to talk. My mouth is happy. My brain is happy to just have to think of one thing at a time - either the phones or the emails I need to answer. I love eating by myself, watching the constructions and the big-rigs move dirt and dig holes..
I can stretch, wear tape on my forehead, do my neck exercises (AEE..EEE..EYE..OWE..YOU) and not look totally stupid..OK, maybe stupid if the digger-workers could see me, but they can't.
If I want to listen to music, I can (streaming on my computer) or I can have it totally quiet with the only sound is the keys clinking on the keyboard. Oh yea, and the phones..
But really, it can be totally .....silent.
Except of course, in my head..that voice NevEr shuts up...
One time, at another company, I was asked to fly in to Detroit and "spy" on one of the retail operations we had to see what I could see..
No one was to know that I was there - kind of like Agent 18~20W.......Oh Mr. B knew I was there, but no one else really.
So for a week - I didn't speak to a soul... maybe the occasional "Hellllooo!" to the room-cleaners (hate saying "Maids" ...although that's probably not a bad word..just makes me feel like I'm putting them down..which I am totally not..it's is their job title I suppose..OK..so now I'm rambling..again)
That was about 14 years ago and I thought I would go CRaZy! Some one actually spotted me, recognized me and I went running away..seriously..running while they were yelling in the mall "Is that YOU Colleen??" I felt I was busted, but it was only my 3rd. day and I didn't want to fail in my mission..I never acknowledged the person.. and after that, there were "Colleen sightings" in every mall in the USA..hahahaha..am I a dork or what??!
I think I'd enjoy that now. Can one fake loosing their voice? I could carry around a little chalk board and write down that I'm sorry, but my voice coach said I was not to speak for a month..
OK, so, focus Colleen....if you used to see your site listed, and now it's not, pah-lleeze let me know! I am slowly going through all my bookmarks and finding which one's are missing from the list.
One more bit of useless trivia...my Great-Grandmother's name was Bridget (love that name) ..she was from Ireland..and made my Grandmother promise never to name any of her daughters Bridget..when I asked my mother (Margaret) why, she didn't know. Then while reading a book on the Kennedys I found out that when the Irish migrated to the US, so many of the women became domestics, and were referred to by the rich uppity-employers as "Bridgets" (derogatory)..
Now, I feel badly..wish my Mother had named me Bridget..Maybe one of these was my Great-Grandmother..I hope so...
Well, my head's now empty. My apologies are said. My requests are in. My stories are told. I'll stop now.