My little blond angel has decided to relax on the sofa in my office while I do this post.

All I can hear is this little tick, tick, ticking noise. What is that?  Texting! Constant texting. Little tapping fingernails on tiny little keys making annoying little noises. Make it stop. It sounds like scratching little mice feet. Can’t they make the keys silent? It sounds as loud as this old typewriter, which by the way will be how I will post in the future. I remember being in college and the hardest part was typing, actually typing the papers. Content - no problem, typing – big problem.  The carbon, paper, the white-out, the little white tape stuff, reams of paper. Dear God I am really dating myself here. I mean it wasn’t like it was a chisel and stone. However, back in the day – the IBM Selectric was a modern technology. Anyway, back to my daughter and the texting.

 What is she writing about anyway? Well, she said that her friends saw my blog and they think I am weird. I know, I know.  Hello – Facebook generation – it’s just like my blog, it’s the same thing, except this is ALL about me. The entire website is my wall.  Then she said they want me to write about them on the blog.  So how weird am I now? You want your own post on my blog? I’m thinking you think it might just be cool after all unless of course you are just funning me. You aren’t doing that are you? Jabo (short for something long and Polish) wants an article about him. What should we talk about Jabo – give me some info- some bio, some dirt. Send along a photo and I will be happy to write about you. All I know is that he is Lizzie’s boyfriend, he was at the farmhouse for the infamous party and probably other parties I don’t even know about.  He was around for the poop in the toilet episode but apparently it wasn’t him but big Mike that did the double decker.  I know that when he dropped her off last weekend and she thought the house alarm was on he stayed with her and they slept in his car rather than risk setting off the alarm. So please Jabo, tell me more, lots more  and I will write it all down. Every last word. Bring it on!