Did the summer blow right past you as well? I look up one day and I'm buying school supplies for the 5th grader.

Not that I don't welcome the back-to-school routine. I love it actually. It is truly the most wonderful time of the year! And as my girls are going to 10th, 7th and 5th grade...I find myself getting a lot more excited about one day having an empty nest. Yes, its quite a few years off but can a mama have her dream? Damn!

So there is much that went on during the summer. I can't even begin to get on all the happenings. It was a sensory overload summer, to be honest. I am pretty sure thats whats wrong with my children's generation. Too much damn information in too many damn ways!

First off, let me concur with my dear friend, Avin, in saying, "Facebook IS the devil!". Hahahahaha.

I personally, am not on there. But my brother is...and he gave me his log-on info so I could look at stuff from time to time. Come to find out that he has been in touch with all the old crew from high school. Isn't that great? For some, maybe. Me, not so much.

Lets just say that I am one that does not need to be in touch with people who knew me/thought they knew me 20 years ago. You weren't my friend then and you want to be one now because? I just don't get it. I am all for the rekindling of true friends that may have lost touch. I understand that happens. Especially to us old timers who didn't grow up with internet and learned how to type on manual typewriters in a place called typing class. But I'm getting off track here.

I DID find someone I never thought I would find again. She was a very good friend from middle school and we stayed friends well beyond graduation. But we lost touch and life went on... So when my brother told me that she said "HI" - I told him to give her my email address. Easy. FB made the reconnection but it was me that said, "hey, have her hit me up". Do I need to invite the rest of the graduating class of 1991 to my life? Nope. Especially if you haven't been a part of my life since.

I do flirt with the idea of getting a FB page - making like a social butterfly and sharing nice-ities with people I haven't seen in over 20 years - but fuck that, I say. That wouldn't even be the real me...like O Dog said in Menace, "I just don't give a fuck". Yup, that pretty much sums it up for me.

In other news, I had received an old school jailhouse letter from RDB. He's not currently incarcerated but since I am not answering his phone calls, he decided to write me. Strange since, he's not supposed to have my current address... But anyways, he writes and then I rattle off a two page response of my own in 10 minutes. I told him don't call, don't write, don't contact me at all until he sends some Got-Damn child support. This kid is costing me a fortune and he ain't got to pay shit? You know I ain't havin that! Muthafucka's and they free rides, I swear.