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I have not felt like writing at all this week. My grandmother passed away early this week and I have not been dealing with it in the best way. My dad is a very strong man able to control his emotions well. My mom deals with things quietly as well, but can always be counted on to say something to make you feel better when you need it. I cope with things that are difficult by closing up and that means not writing at all. You see, I could not go to the funeral because I am a grown up without a passport and very little emergency funds. To think I could not go home, that means go to Barbados, to be with the rest of the family has been eating at me all week.

My husband started reading my blog finally. He lives with me so he should know the other side of me. Here's what he thinks; he does not like the titles and the posts do not seem to be about anything. And they are not - mid-life crisis writing about little to nothing at all. Maybe one day he will be a reader (no pressure, Av).

So one of the mindless things I have been trying to check out is Facebook. I cannot figure the darn thing out. Are you really connecting with friends or just looking at what friends choose to show you about their life? I think I should have a profile, but most public school teachers fear that thing. What if students want to be your "friend" or friends post sketchy pictures of you from not so wonderful times? I don't think it's for me. Plus, the scary possibility of a forgotten ex trying to reconnect does not sound like something a married chick should be digging into. On the other hand, maybe I'm too serious.