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Dear Friends:

It’s been a while since I’ve posted on this blog.  I’ve not died or become MIA; I’ve just been super busy with way too much on my plate and not enough time to sit down and think about what I want to write.  Things will get easier once school begins and I send my kids off to school.  At that time, I’ll have a few hours of complete silence each day, and more time on my hands than I need to “think” about things.  For now, though, know that I’m still around and I’ll be back next month with regular blogs.

Because I can’t resist giving you a little insight into my life, I’ll leave you with a recent phone conversation with my mom to tide you over…Enjoy.

This weekend I was having a phone conversation with my 81 year old mom.  It was a pretty one-sided conversation.  She was talking and I was occasionally throwing an “uh huh,” or “okay,” or “wow” as I pretended to be fully involved in the conversation while what I was really doing was reading and posting on Facebook.  Finally she said something that required my full attention:

“What happened to your globs?” my mom asked.  “I haven’t seen one from you in a while.”

“Huh?” I asked.

“Your globs.  You haven’t written one in quite some time.  I really enjoy them and read them every day.”

With my attention still only half-engaged, I responded,  “Mom, what in the world are you talking about?  What are globs?”

“Catherine,” she said with a huff and no small amount of irritation.  And I knew I was in trouble because she used “Catherine” rather than my typical moniker.  “Your GLOB.  You know…when you write about the kids and the silly things y’all do?”

“OHHHHH!”  I said giggling.  “You mean my BLOG!  B-L-O-G…not GLOB.  B first, then G.  Buh–lah-guh.  Blog.  Seriously, Mom?”

“Oh well…same difference,” she responded.

Good lord!  I knew my children got it from somewhere!