It’s that time of year again when parents are scrambling to make sure their kids have everything they need to go back to school. New clothes are hanging in the closet, new shoes ready to hit the playground and new backpacks filled with almost nothing in anticipation of another school year. It is exciting and kids are buzzing, who got what teacher and who will be in whose class. Anxiety is hitting the hearts of kids all over, about meeting new kids, having a new teacher and the unknown of what the year is going to bring. Most children panic, but after they get into their classrooms, see everyone else and warm up to their new environment – the panic will subside and their school year is a pleasant experience.

That is exactly what we thought would happen for our little guy last year as we pushed him off into the first grade. He was complaining about butterflies, but we assured him everything was going to be just fine… Little did we know. When I went to pick Sam up the first day of first grade his teacher saw me and shook her head at me. I cannot remember her exact words but it was a negative comment like, “Bad bad day. We’ll talk.” We talked and we talked and we talked – every day before and after school – sometimes in the middle of the school day. There were meetings and an individual education plan (IEP) and more meetings. I even attended a class with his teacher about behavior problems and how to teach these kids how to obey and listen. My world was spinning as I tried to problem-solve and figure out if there was a way Sam could be successful in public school… The school was telling me he was ADHD and Autistic and he was not intelligent and on and on and on. The stress at home was awful, but I got the poor little guy up, dressed, fed, and (per his request) onto the bus everyday. I always waited with him for the bus in the morning and I would beg him to have a good day – but it was inevitable that he would do something, make some sound or say something wrong and his day would be over – I’d get an e-mail from his teacher breaking down the naughty. He’d come home with a homework packet, plus all his school work. Kids were assigned to “help” him instead of allowing them to be his friends and when Sam was bullied on the playground, Sam got in trouble because Sam hit the kid who was verbally attacking him. Sam hated school, he never wanted to go, and once he was there he felt he was under attack. He could not sit in his seat, be quiet and pay attention to instruction. What no one ever got – or wanted to understand – was that while Sam was up and buzzing around he was listening just as well as all the “good” boys and girls sitting on the floor or in their seats. Sam was being stamped as a bad seed, and within the school system all the teachers talk about the children and they let everyone know who the “bad” and “good” kids are. Sam’s first grade teacher would have been his second grade teacher this school year, and she said other teachers were asking her why she would want to go through another year with Sam….

One morning Sam was in class and his teacher decided she could not teach the class with Sam buzzing and asked him to go down to the special ed room with his work. Sam did not want to leave and promptly hid under his desk knowing he was going to be forced to leave. The teacher tried to get him out but he would not budge, so she asked the classroom aide to help. The aide could not get Sam out, so she called the special ed teacher. Sam popped out but was loud and clear that he did not want to leave his classroom. The teacher, aide and special ed teacher cornered Sam and the special ed teacher and aide put a “hold” on Sam and they carried him out! Sam was devastated and hysterical – per the IEP if Sam is upset and cannot calm down the school is supposed to call me and I would talk to him to see if I could calm him down. I had never heard him so upset and crying so hard for me to come get him because they carried him! I could not understand what he was saying but I was all ready to come get him – the special ed teacher came on the phone and all she told me was he did not want to come down to her room and do work. She said he was fine and playing with Legos and assured me if anything else happened they’d call me to come get him. I could not wait for him to get home and when he told me what happened I was irate! His teacher called because according to the law they have to inform the parents when they put a “hold” on a child. She explained everything that happened – which really did not help the situation. I know my rights, I worked in this school district as a sign language interpreter and am pretty savvy to my rights as a parent. I called for another meeting and told them they were never allowed to touch Sam again. They sent me through all the “what if’s” and every time I said, “Call me.” I told them if they touched him again I would pull him out and sue them because at one of the first meetings I was clear they were not ever allowed to touch him, and they put a him in a hold… So I needed to be exact with my demands. I told Sam if they ever touched him again he could fire them – because mommy is the boss. (I pay taxes.)

On February 12, 2010 we were getting ready to leave for a week in Vegas with my brother; I decided to send Sam to school because they were having their Valentine’s Day party. I got a call from Sam’s teacher telling me he was having a really bad day if I could try and talk to him. I did and he seemed fine – I even gave him the opportunity to leave if he wanted, but he wanted to stay. Scott got called into work, and my mother had his car so he took mine. Leaving me home without a car. Sam’s teacher called again, “I think you need to come get him.” *sigh* I explained I had to walk because I did not have a car, but give me twenty minutes I’ll be there. Okay. I got Jack dressed and strapped into the stroller and headed out – was half way down my street when I got a call from the special ed teacher, “Don’t come get him, he’s fine. We are going to take him to a different room and see if a change of environment helps.” Okay – I went back home, and continued packing. A few minutes later my damn phone rang again, this time it was the principal and she told me to come get him… Again I explained to give me twenty minutes to get there. I strapped Jack into the stroller and off we went, but by this time I was pissed off! I arrived at the school and had to wait while they calmly got Sam for me…. I ran into the special ed teacher on our way out and she said she was concerned that Sam was going to just leave the school grounds and she did not like that he kept telling her, “Touch me and I’ll fire you!” I just shook my head at her… It was over and I knew it. Sadly I yelled at Sam and tried to blame him for all of the crap that was happening. We got home, he did not say a word the entire walk home, I put him on the couch and demanded that he sit and stay there until we leave for our trip. He sat and sobbed. He never tried to get up or talk to me, he just stayed on the couch until we left. Before we left – I realized that this whole thing was not his fault, he was not who I should have been yelling at, and I realized what an awful parent I had been. I went to him and I told him how sorry I was for all the bad and mean things I had said to him. I was sorry because it was not his fault, none of it, and I told him we would figure out a better way – but I drilled it home that he did nothing wrong!

We made the final decision to pull Sam out of public school and look into the realm of homeschooling as we drove down to Vegas. I saw the instant change in Sammy – as soon as we returned home and cut all ties with the public school – he was a whole different kid. The crazy ADHD signs had disappeared and the psychologist explained that his anxiety went away. All the signs, problems, tantrums we were having with Sam and school all pointed back to anxiety. Without the anxiety homeschool work was smooth and easy, and Sam was happy again. The family was happy again! We found a liberal homeschooling group that has awesomely fit us, and Sam goes to see an occupational therapist to help with sensory issues he has and other physical issues. Everything is so clear now, and all his problems in school were (like I said) not his fault, but his body working against him. Homeschooling was by far the best decision we made as parents because our little guys are number one most important in our world.

While parents are scrambling to make sure their kids have everything they need to go back to school, we are relaxing and enjoying the summer a few weeks longer. While kids are buzzing, who got what teacher and who will be in whose class, Sammy just wants to play and enjoy the moment. And, while anxiety is hitting the hearts of kids all over, my little guy is at ease and calm here at home where mother knows best.

I love my goofy little fella!!

*I am not bashing public school – completely – I still support that there are millions of children that fit into the “norm” that need a military structure and who need to be told what to do and how to do it. Not every child fits into the public school norm.

It seems like everywhere we go there are these big, easy to read signs, “FREE” with little itty bitty small print, “with the purchase of blah blah blah.” Sammy sees the massive “FREE” and doesn’t understand yet that you have to read the entire message. A few months ago I was in a bath and body type store and everywhere you looked, “Free!” “Free!” “Free!” So Sammy helped himself to a few “Free!” items. It was not until we were home and cleaning out pockets for laundry did I find the “Free!” things. I drilled him, “Why did you take these!” His big blue eyes looked at me and said, “It said they were free. And free means no money.” I could not argue – although I explained as much as I could that you need to read the entire sign – all the words. Now when we go to the store Sammy finds all the “Free!” signs and asks me, “Is that really free or are they lying?” Well I have to say they are lying because in fact they are – you might be getting a bonus, but nothing is really “free” and to a six-year-old that is a hard concept to accept.

The other night, while driving home from my mother’s, it was dark but as we drove by the RV sales lot Sammy saw the giant sign that read “FREE!” It was too dark to see anything else written on the sign so it appeared that the only thing the sign read was “FREE!” Sammy says, “Mommy! The RVs are free!” I tried to explain to him that probably was not the case, but no, it said “FREE!” and that was all it said! Life needs to stop being so misleading for little kids who still see only the big colorful things in life and not the small black print at the bottom. Aww Sammy!

A year ago our pal David White passed away from congestive heart failure. It’s hard to believe that it’s been a year without David – it’s hard to believe life goes on after one ends… David had a thing for cheese, as I had mentioned in my post Everything is Cheese – an ode to a friend… but cheese just is not the same without David here talking about it. The funny thing is – I had an odd relationship with David – he would talk and talk about deep meaningful psychological stuff and the whole while I am nodding but thinking to myself, “Relax there buddy – you don’t have to look so hard at life for it to make sense.” Although without David looking at life with such intense measure – I would have not learned the helpful information I needed to heal myself. I would not have gained the insight I use in my path towards becoming a psychoanalyst – he was a teacher but I never got the chance to thank him. He drove me nuts! I would talk to him or read one of his posts and be like – yep, there goes David on another one of his insane tangents. Never realizing that one day he would not be there to rant and I would not be reading his blog and complaining about his rants… What we see in life and what we translate it to be are two different things. I remember having a conversation with David about beauty – and what I viewed as ugly or not attractive he saw as beautiful and flawless. How was that possible? I will tell you because he told me – David thought of himself as a beautiful creature. He told me that we hate in others what we hate in ourselves – what a nut job he was! Until I realized it was the truth! David looked at the world with the thought that everything has beauty – you just have to see it. After talking with David and thinking he was crazy – I would go on with life but then I would end up thinking about what he said – relive the conversation over and over giving great thought and consideration to what he was ranting on and on about… I never told him that he got into my head and changed my points of view… The final thing David taught me was the power of friendship and how no matter what the hell is going on in your life – we must stop and just say, “Hi” because you just never know when that friend will be gone. I took advantage of his friendship – I just figured David would always be there. I could e-mail him whenever I wanted – read his blogs to follow what rant he was onto now… no big deal, I didn’t have time to call and it wasn’t all that important… Last year on the morning of March 27th a mutual friend called and dropped the biggest bomb – I will never forget her words, “I just thought you should know that David White passed away last night.”

Friends are important and they should be validated – even if they are nuts! I learned so much from my nutty friend but I was too proud to ever say thanks for all he gave me – so, thank you David White. Thank you for being my friend through all these years and through all the ups and downs. Thank you for all your rants and lessons you needed to spread around. Thank you for being you and not being afraid to be yourself. I am a better person because of you and I just wish I gave you this thank you while you were here…. I am sorry you had to die for me to realize how important you were to me…

Go call a friend – send an e-mail and tell them “hi” just because you can and you should! Cheese just is not the same without you David and we will forever remember you! Rest in peace…

David (love the cheesy hat!), his beloved wife Victoria
and their beautiful daughter Sara…

The whole panties in a bunch over Wikipedia is starting to seriously piss me off. “Anyone can write the information on there!” *gasp* There are so many reasons why Wikipedia is not the worst source of information the internet has to offer. Wikipedia is not the devil trying to mess with the minds of millions! What’s messing with the minds of millions are the narrow minded fools who pick Wiki to be the site to fear. What is there to be afraid of? If you need information and you end up at Wiki, but want to be sure – go look for other resources to validate that information. Or scroll down and find the reference part of the page – because plagiarism is frowned upon there too. Follow the links and find the information you are looking at to be factual. If you watch your six o’clock news and believe every word that comes out of their mouths – you cannot say that Wiki is evil. If you read your morning paper trusting that everything is one hundred percent factual – you cannot say that Wiki is evil. I have to doubt everything I read – second guess it all. I can go and buy a dot com or org and I can call it whatever I want – and then I can post any information about anything I wish. I can say that that Elvis was cremated and Priscilla drank the ashes as tea! I know this because I was a house keeper for her and I know everything about her! You have two choices after reading something like that – one, believe me and walk away, or two, go look for proof that I am indeed telling you the truth. The point is – Wikipedia is no better or worse than the rest of the internet. They have some interesting editors and in the end what ends up on Wiki is up to them. It is really their jobs to go seek out facts and make sure that not just anyone is writing crap on Wiki. You cannot just go to Elvis’ wiki page and write that Priscilla drank Elvis’ ashes – someone will erase it quickly.

There is a lot to Wikipedia and like anything else we must educate ourselves on how it works and what it is all about before we dub it as “evil!” Teachers are going out of their way, failing students who bring in a paper with Wikipedia on their reference page. The silly thing is – when you go in search of information, a lot of the time where that site got its information was from Wikipedia! Wikipedia is the site that typically pops up on the first page of any search engine and is the go to informational site in a rush. Wiki is not the devil – the people running around with their heads stuck in their…. you know what I mean…. are the ones who have made Wikipedia a bad word.

I will start with this super cute girl! Everyone who’s been following my blog knows all about Daisy! Daisy is wonderful and healthy and adorable! She is hyper and happy – everything we dreamed for her has come true. She is living with her Teddi mama right now, but Teddi is moving to Southern California and cannot take little Daisy girl with her. *sad* So, Daisy is coming back here to stay with us until Teddi can find a place of her own. Daisy will be happy here but I know her mama is going to miss her SO much! I am going to have to send her daily pictures of her little girl… I mean who wouldn’t love to see this face daily!

*Daisy Ann*

This Super cute girl is my little Yinny kitty – and I love her so much! We almost lost this little girl to liver disease a few years ago, but if there is any kitty on the planet that can bounce back from deaths doorstep – it is her! She is a strong willed cat who knows what she wants! Although, she dislikes just about every living creature on the planet – she loves ME! Really – that’s all that matters in my book. *smile*

*Yin*

Talk about super cute! Chester is Sammy’s kitty and he loves his cat! Every night they sleep together and everyday Sammy tries to imprison Chester in his room. Chester doesn’t seem to mind – he just loves being loved! What an easy request!

*Chester*

Saving the best for last – my Boyz! Nothing says Super Cute like two brothers marching together on a crisp fall afternoon. They love each other and they are both super cute! No one can resist their all American boyish charm of blond hair and blue eyes. I know I am a proud mother, but I can’t control myself – just look at them…

*Sammy & Jack Jack*

Keep looking….

*Sammy*

*Jack Jack*

And….

I was forced to add this picture! This super cute picture shows Chester and his boy Sammy – Chester is enjoying the perks of having his own boy. Loving pets all the time! They are a match made in the cute factory!

*Chester and his boy Sammy*

It is true that I have a dozen other cute faces around my house, but they are a little more camera shy! *wink* Stay tuned while we try to get them here. Meanwhile… scroll back up and look at these super cute faces again!

Hello – I am Chester!
I love this wallet!!!
The color is so….
and The texture is so…

Ohhh yeah – that’s it!

This is the best freaking wallet ever!!!!!!

I am not ashamed…

In Carson City, Nevada school children have been given the right to opt out of watching President Obama’s back to school speech. In Lyon county (in northern Nevada) the children need permission slips to watch the speech! WTF? If it was Bush or McCain our children would be expected to sit down and watch but because Obama is Obama (fill in the blanks yourself) it gives everyone the right to freak out and “protect” the children? From what? A back to school pep talk! I am shocked and sickened by this – how dare we as Americans say that our president is less than important for any given reason? Come on -  I am sure when Clinton was in office – if he had sent a speech out to the schools we would have all had to sit and watch. Why do we stand for the pledge? Why do we place one hand over our hearts? If we are one nation – why the hell don’t we act like it! People are reacting to Obama in office as if Hitler himself has come back from the dead and been elected President! What is happening to Americans? I cannot believe the morons and idiots walking around with their misguided beliefs…. Okay, I am upset. I want to believe in our nation and I want to this to be the country everyone wants to be a part of because we are the best! I am all for choice and I am all for not forcing anything onto anyone – but I am about support and I am about team work. We are team America and a winning team has members who work together! Our public schools are government run – you wouldn’t send your child to Catholic school and not allow him/her to sit and watch a back to school pep talk given by the Pope! This is over the top ridiculous! Our kids have pep talks all the time given by teachers and administrators – are we going to stop that too? What if I don’t like my child’s principal? I get to decide if my child listens to their principal? Follows their directions and rules? What if I don’t like the way the government is run – does that give me the right to pull my kid out of US Government class??? Come on! There is more being said between the lines here – and I do not like the message. This is our America and we do have the freedom to choose what we do, say, see and hear – but why are we going to turn our backs on our president? He is not an evil force such as Saddam or Hitler- he is an American just like the rest of us trying to do his best at leading our country. Now he wants to reach out to our school children and give them guidance and hope to stay in school and do their best – and we spit on him! I don’t think that send a great message to our children… But hey, that’s just ME…

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Last Wednesday (August 19, 2009) my little boy entered the first grade! It was a massive milestone for my little fella and for his mommy and daddy too! I decided we would walk to school every morning – the elementary school is so close it doesn’t make much sense to waste gasoline driving the two miles up the road when we can do our bodies a favor and walk. ?????? ????? ????

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The afternoons are too hot and no one needs heat stroke – just not worth it. *smile* Sammy has attended Montessori school since he was two years old and kindergarten was at Montessori as well – so this was also his first year in public school! I was a mess freaking out – Sammy is Sammy and he has a strong personality and no one can really control him. He was born with this personality and we are doing everything in our power to mold it and guide it but it seems – at times – to be bigger than we are! I knew his personality would be the massive downfall in public school because they don’t respond well to power of self. Public school likes the kids that sit, and follow the flow like little brainless zombies… Okay maybe that’s not fair – but it seems that when the kids are smart, quiet and go with the flow without complaint that they are the favorite children. Kids like Sam are early labeled “problem children” and then all the teachers get together and gossip about who the “good” and “bad” kids are… If Sam is labeled one of the “bad” kids every teacher will *sigh* with annoyance at the thought of getting him – it’s really a violent cycle! I am hoping the system proves me wrong and I hope that Sammy finds guidance rather than a smack down of spirit.

I met before school with the principal and with his teacher – giving both a heads up about what they are getting with Sammy. On Wednesday I let him go… It was by far the hardest thing I have had to do since he was two and going to preschool. It had to have been a hard day for most of the children – but when I went to pick up Sammy – after a day filled with stress – I got the dreaded head shake from his teacher after I inquired how the day had gone. I thought all my nightmares were coming true! Every fear I had for him in a normal public school were smacking me in the face! It was the first day and already it was a failed attempt at public school… My heart sunk deep into my gut and I just wanted to vomit! His teacher was too busy to tell me what had happened so I had to come home without the report. As soon as I got home I sent his teacher an e-mail and just asked about the day’s events. I got an e-mail back saying that he didn’t listen or follow directions, and his defiance worried her. BINGO! Everything I thought would go wrong – went wrong. Although, I was shocked that I saw this as a challenge rather then a shot to the head! I feel like now I am on a mission to get Sammy to succeed in first grade – and every other grade thereafter! I am going to figure this out and he will conquer the first grade!

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I know it’s going to be a ton of fun and the experience of adjusting will be smooshed by the experience on a whole – the fun and friends… It’s going to be great and I know that it was hard for me to see or imagine Sammy being successful in public school but now he’s there and I feel good about it! His teacher is (so far *wink*) amazing and we are in total communication about Sammy and what’s going on and what needs to happen… Sammy IS going to push every button and he IS going to push every boundary and  he IS going to test his limits with everything! He has a strong personality and he’ll never give up – for that I say, “Go Sammy!” He might be a mini pain in everyone’s ass right now – but I have no doubt that my little fella is going to blow everyone’s minds away when he’s older. Look at him – he’s the All-American boy next door! AND – he made the front page of the news paper! ?????? ????? ????

I am excited to see what the year brings – so far it’s been a headache, but come on, we’ve just begun! There will be birthday parties and Halloween! There will be holiday fun and school work and home work – Sammy’s favorite thing about school (right now) is the work… I am sure that will change – but you never know! *fingers crossed* He’s my little Samma Wamma and I am proud of him! (don’t pay any attention to the yelling and freaking out I do – the bottom line is that I love him and I am proud of him!)

…Now can I talk about overcrowding in the public school system?

Summer is over when the public school system says it’s over! Wednesday morning (August 19th) Sammy attended his first day in the first grade! It was his first day at public school as well! We live pretty close to the school – a mere 20 minute walk – and I decided it would be a nice outing and a good way to sneak in some exercise if we walked to school!

Sammy ended up in the bike trailer/stroller and Jack ended up riding half in and half out while screaming at Sammy for his toy train… It was interesting. Although, we made it! Firsts things first – we needed to to take some “look at me at my first day of first grade” pictures!

… Then we had to go into the building and explore a bit, meet the school nurse and find Sammy’s classroom and his desk and meet the teacher. (although, Sammy and I had already been on a tour of the school and we did already get to meet his new teacher last week) We got to his classroom and Sammy searched through the desks to find the one with his name on it!

Yay! Right up front next to the teacher! Sammy was a little overwhelmed with this whole experience and I did wish they had some kind of evening before school started where parents and their children could come by to meet the new teacher, see the room and just get the child ready more so than just blowing their minds away the first day. Like a pre-back-to-school-night or something. After finding his desk and saying hello to his teacher we went out to the playground for some before school play time… Sammy started to feel the pressure and the first day butterflies invaded poor little Sammy’s tummy…

I decided I would pull him away from the enormous crowd of children and take him to the bathroom. We got into the building and the bathrooms were locked! So not everything was planned out really well for the first day of school… We went to his classroom found his teacher’s aide who lead Sammy to a bathroom in the “big kids” hall – of course we had to stop at every kid we saw so this aide could give them a hug… chat a little… and I was like HELLO! Bathroom?? (she looked as if she might have graduated from 6th grade yesterday!) Anyhow – the bell rang when we were going the extra mile to find a bathroom and so Sammy missed lining up for his first time. I was worried that later he wouldn’t know what to do, so I made sure that someone was going to show him. We got back down his hall and realized his class wasn’t in yet – so we rushed outside to meet up with them and there was a little girl in Sammy’s class having a tough time. I asked Sammy if he’d help her and hold her hand to show her everything was going to be alright, and he said, “Sure!” It was here that I realized the butterflies in Sammy’s tummy had flown away and he was ready to take on the first grade!

It wasn’t a question of, “Is Sammy ready for the first grade?” – no… it was a question of, “Was the first grade ready for Sammy?” The first day I think Sammy shocked the first grade with his demanding, powerful personality that people do not realize he was born with! It must be so hard being so little with a personality that could run a country! It seemed to be battle after battle of attention, what he needed to be doing rather than what he was doing…. The list goes on and on. Sammy wants to learn. He just wants to learn his way, at his speed and on his terms… Public school is not going to allow him the rights to any of those. Although, the mighty personality and tremendous energy can be guided in the right direction rather than stifled. Sammy has everything going for him – but he’s just five and someday he’ll be something really big and powerful. As for now – the first day of the first grade annoyed Sammy…

1 down 179 to go… *breathe*

I am having a blast stalking people online! Not stalking in a bad psychotic way, but finding people I had not even thought about in almost 20 years! *UGH* That made me feel and sound old! Anyhow – I have a Facebook, and a Myspace and I Twitter – I am in there just having a great time! I have found friends on Facebook from high school and am able to stay connected to people I no longer see everyday. Just recently I decided to look for a boy I had a mad crush on in high school – he turned out to be one of my best friends, but moved after just one year *sad* – I found him and have chatted with him and it is just amazing! Friends I hung around with in high school whom I never heard from again after graduation – reconnected with them! Okay, sure I really have nothing to say other than, “HI! Remember ME?” ~Anyone who reads my blogs regularly knows that I am a dork… I also get to see pictures and see how they have changed! Exciting stuff! I am able to stay connected to my students – whom I had spent the last seven years of my life with – via Myspace. I get to watch them grow long after high school and their daily interactions with ME. *smile* ???? 3d ???????

I was able to find my very first best friend! It was Kindergarten 1979 and I was crying like a little baby when my mother left me in line on the first day of school and the little girl standing in front of me turned around and asked what was wrong – I told her I was scared and didn’t know anyone – she then told me, “It’s okay, I’ll be your friend.”  We were friends through almost all of elementary school but when I switched out in the fifth grade and attended another school that seemed to be the end of our friendship. Although, we never had hard feelings towards one another and when we attended the same junior high school and high school and would see each other  – we would always stop and say hi… We formed different groups of friends and our worlds were too different to be the BFFs we once were, but I always smiled when I saw her face. ??????? ???? ????? ?????? ?? ????? ???? ??????

Also, on Myspace I found a boy I had met but once and had a short “thing” with, but it ended badly -  my fault. I wanted to stay friends with him but other factors came into play (namely my boyfriend at the time *giggle*) that sent me into attack mode and pushed the guy out of my life in a nasty hurtful way – so now I have the chance to say I am sorry – I mean how awesome is that! How often does one get the chance to go back and fix something they broke? I was a mean girl and there are probably a few people I need to apologize to – and there are

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many folks out there who it would be so nice for ME to hear, “I’m sorry.” come from their lips – or typed from their fingers… Whatever! *laugh*  I just enjoy this chance I have to reconnect with people from my past, present and hopefully future!