
I used to be a blogger, I actually really liked it. I used to have cute little stories about my kids, I used to share them. I used to talk to my Sis Angela< almost everyday on Skype (my kids were pretty sure that Aunt Angela lived in the computer) I Jacklyn used to be the good Bridge sister who kept in touch with everyone.
But no more.
I was robbed of my identity
by an assailant
And her name is Emily
Don't you think that it's a little odd that the same week that not 1 but 2 of our computers died (cutting me off from the blogging world) who should surface as a MAD blogger none other than my own sister. The same sister that for the last few years has been keeping in touch with our beloved hike school girlfriends (no, no typo there I meant to say "hike") through ME.
"Hey how's Em Jack"
"oh you know she's good, she lives in Boise bla bla bla)
"she really needs to get a blog"
"I know but I'll update you about her fam on my blog"
you knew the drill.
Anyway to my point, yes I have one. The DAY that my computer died is the day that Emily got one. Call me crazy but I am sensing "Sabotage" like she sent bad energy my way,well my computers way so that she could have all the blogging glory!! and yah she also talks to Ang and Soph on Skype...WHATEVER
Well I'm totally over it, I will sit here on my ancient lap top that is too much of a senior citizen to handle the job of loading pics onto it. (I'll nick name her Gert, short for Gertrude)
But I will dream of the day when I can take all of the comments that you leave on Em's new blog and put them back on mine.
until then
take care
Jacklyn (the former blogger who was robbed)

(here is the traitor acting like a cute sweet sister)
Ps. If you didn't get my jist, my computer is a piece so if I want to blog it has to be with all old pictures blah who wants that. I guess I could just blog thoughts and stories but let's bee real I'm sure half of you didn't even read this and you just skimmed it for pics haha Ah well what can you do. Maybe I'll write about Luke's 4th b-day and halloween next year. And I'll definitely blog about the fact that while I wrote this Lily covered the table with salt, dug out all the ashes from the fire place and covered the couch in deodorant.
Yah I'll blog about that LATER...




















