11 years

 saturday was my 11th anniversary of the IPZ.  the last few years i’ve sort of neglected this diary, to my detriment.  i have, sadly, treated this diary a bit like a redheaded stepchild, which is wrong on many levels.  

isn’t it amazing, that in the last 11 years, we have had myspace, facebook, twitter, googleplus, tumblr, and now pininterest?  we have gone from having phones tethered to walls, to bricklike cell phones, to little bitty cellphones, to bricks of cell phones that equal little pocket held computers?  wow

in the last 11 years we have had the world trade center destroyed by terrorists flying planes.  two wars.  angry political rhetoric.  a failed protest movement called "occupy wall street" 

and here we are.  bewildered.  

in the last 11 years i have moved from texas, achieved a masters degree, both of my parents died, my dad from heart disease, my mom from an evil form of lymphoma.  my poodle, copper, died.  a cat, named the Boss, died.  and another cat named the Barron von Woodster, aka woody, died.  and another cat named Princess Emma, came into my life.  she has been a saving grace the last few months.  with out her, i don’t know what i would of done.

i dont’ come here as often as i should.  and that’s my fault.  but OD is still very important part of my life.  so i thank my readers, though i’m sure they are few and far between.  i appreciate each and every one of you.  really, i do.