Commador 64

I got a new computer last Saturday.  I'm 30ish-ish and I've never ever owned my own computer.  Since dad got the ol' Commador 64 back in '83 I think, he's been my computer source (dad that is, not the Commador).  Then thankfully my boyfriend turned fiance turned husband had one too.  Then it got sick.  It got a virus and that was that.  From that point on I wanted a MAC.  And I gots me a fucking MAC.  Now I feel all growns up and stuff.  I turned to my husband as I handed over my AMEX to the mac guy and said, "Hon this is the 1st time I'm dropping over a grand on something that's NOT a pocketbook!"  Oh gosh I thought that was funny.  Him, not so much.

Oh how I've missed you PNN.  It's been a long time and I've noticed it's been like that for some of the old crew.  I'm looking forward to writing again.  I've really missed it and I've really missed the interaction and feedback.  

I think part of why I stopped writing too is because a lot my friends became followers and I noticed guards being put up.  How do I talk about Jane's idiotic choices when Jane tells me she's been following my blog?  A blessing and a curse but I love that you guys visit and I hope you continue to.  I'll share the stories as they come and I look forward to it.

It's been a long trip but it's good to be home!