The Longest I'd Want to Live without Internet

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You Mean I Would Have To Pick Up The PHONE?

My fingers started twitching when I read the question so I don’t think I could live without internet access for very long. I don’t own a fancy iPhone, or an iPad (mostly because my two teenagers and husband think I would never be able to learn it) but I do like the feeling of having my laptop. I enjoy staying in touch with friends via e-mail, and occasionally checking Facebook (ha ha, I’m addicted to it.) I do a lot of writing and blogging on-line which, to me, is essential. Also, I love listening to music from my iTunes list. I’d have to say at this point, I might be good for a day, make that half a day, without the internet. More than that, I would need to be admitted to Internet Anonymous Rehab which I’m sure would be very, very crowded and filled with all my friends.  P.S. Maybe I should rethink the iPad……? Can you write with it? Something to think about.

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Predicting My Future? Plinky Prompt

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  • Congratulations, Pass The Tissues
    Ten years ago my son was eight and my daughter was 6. I’m sure I thought about them graduating one day from High School  for a second or two but I was in a dense fog. I just had NO idea how I would feel. With a 6-year-old and an 8-year-old you don’t have time to think about the future; you are busy every minute with carpools and dance classes and baseball and swimming and lunches and snacks and dinner and shopping and playdates. Endless playdates with an equal amount of driving. My son graduates on Sunday and I have been crying a lot. I try to hide it from him, but sometimes he figures it out, it isn’t hard. One quick glimpse of my face and he knows, he senses it, he sees it. We understand each other without words. I expected him to graduate but I never thought how devastated I would feel. My brown-haired, brown-eyed first-born. I am thrilled with him no one could be prouder; his choice of colleges was fantastic. Change is hard for me and I never was good at saying “Good-Bye.” All my life, I’ve hated to say “Good-bye” to anyone I loved.
    My first-born son is leaving and I have written a lot about that in my blog. A year from now, my daughter, my blonde-haired baby will also graduate from High School. Twenty- one months apart yet only one grade year apart. I feel like I am being sucker punched constantly. In a year, my husband and I, will be “empty nesters” and while I am sure that we will enjoy it, now, it’s a bitter, lemon-sour word, near a very open, raw, wound.
  • Can anyone out there with a graduating Senior from High School relate?
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