Hopping Through June or The Hopscotch Mambo

Life these days is like playing hopscotch.

You hop, you jump and then you 

have to spin around in the air 

and go back the other way.

That's how I felt last night as I discovered 

I had a dozen comments awaiting moderation.

I never received an email on any of them. 

You gals who know me well must have thought

WELL, isn't she gettin' all snooty 

not responding any longer, as you all know,

 I ANSWER EVERY SINGLE COMMENT.

Even after the Where Women Create issue 

and then the book came out and 

there were over 300 in one week,

I answered every one that had an email.

Don't know how I'll fix this?

I've been hoppin' I've been jumpin' through hoops to

get a sense of normalcy and they throw this at me,

and just when I had fallen back in love with IG.

In my absence they fixed it so you can tell exactly

where you left off, the posts are back

 in a chronological order

and all those extra ads are gone.

When the hell did that happen?

oh who cares, WHOOT for IG! 

There are some new things of which I

have not a single clue but I'll learn. 

SO here comes the hop.

I was having one of those late night 

conversations with a pal Thursday, when I mentioned 

some things that shocked her and even though we've

discussed "everything" under the sun, 

and been friends many years,

do we ever really know each other?

We're back to the pondering here folks.

So I'm pondering June and how many Junes

I've experienced and I drag out the appropriate 

photo box, because you all KNOW 

it is organized with a capital O.

Oh that's another topic my pal and I covered.

The big O  hehe

I spy these

clockwise in the month of June

Senior Picture 71 - Our yellow corvette and me circa 79

College Sorority Junior year  73

Then these:

June 1971

summer session Clarion State College PA

In front of our dorm there was this puddle...

Little did we know then, 

the girl with her right hand on her hip 

and on the far left in can-can became my SIL

I'm in the red football jersey

and finally 

Me in Seoul South Korea in June of 80,

visiting my first husband on his 12 month remote tour.

Didn't know that about me did ya?

Those green overalls caused an enormous stir,

as no one told me that pants, let alone green overalls,

were not appropriate.

This whole thing then made me ponder blogging

and the faces we present.

How honest do we expect others to be?

Are we honest with ourselves?

Many folks have abandoned it

for a quick fix of IG and although it has it's place,

I am missing the chats and emails 

that formed unexpected friendships, 

where we really got into the nitty gritty 

behind the blog posts.

There are some die hards like me

that never did it for the numbers, 

but as a mini journal of my life 

and all the Junes I've had these past 10 years.

Z