10 Years!

There's this funny thing called Facebook. I'm not sure who is the genious that created this fun and addicting website, but I've been on it for only a few days, and I can't seem to stop. It's now 12am, and I'm still up. This is not normal. I need to go to bed! I keep telling myself to stop, but I can't. It's funny, I'll write something on someone's wall or friend someone, and then I'll go to my email. And usually I get an email saying that someone has responded. Then I'll go back to my Facebook page and read my wall. It's this crazy cycle that's really sucking me in. Who knew that this website could bring together so many people! I've got back in contact with some high school friends, and even one from middle school! Craziness! The sad part is that I've missed so much of their lives. I mean, it's been 10 years since I've talked with some of these people. Some have moved. So have gotten married. Some have been to grad school. Some have children that I don't even know their names. And to think that they're actually desiring to respond to my messages after being awol for 10 years?! Perhaps they miss contact with their old high school or college pals just like I do. This Facebook stuff is just so great! I hope that something can become of it all. That maybe the little group of friends that I was involved with will get back together for a little reunion. We will see. We will see.

A Play About Mommy Milk

Setting: In our humble living room on the purplish lazy boy recliner

As Mommy was getting up from the recliner after nursing Jesse, she asks James if he would like to hold his baby brother Jesse.

Mommy: Would you like to hold your brother, James?

James: Hold'ee baby bruhder.

James climbs over the arm of the chair into the seat and happily sits down. Looking up at mommy with arms held out, he sits there, waiting. Jesse is placed in his lap, head supported by the arm of the chair. Soon, James has something very profound to say. . .

James: Want to feed Jesse mommy milk.

James lifts up his shirt.

Mommy: You want to feed Jesse mommy milk? Where is the mommy milk?

James: Wight where! Wight where!

As James points to his chest like he has the mommy milk, Mommy smiles and rushes to capture this moment on camera.



The End