What is it about Michelle Obama?
I have been absent from the blogging world because I’ve been spending too much time on Facebook lately. I guess things go in fits and starts too though. Facebook is much quicker and let’s face it, there’s something to be said for instant gratification. I do pop in to check on my stats and my no-existent comments. What I have noticed is that one of my posts, “Michelle Obama, I’m Jealous” gets about 50 or more hits a day. Thinking that folks wanted to read about Michelle Obama, I wrote another one called, “Michelle Obama Hugs the Queen” which I thought was actually much better, it seems people are more interested in jealousy. True secret here, and I hate to mess it up for people, I am not really jealous of the First Lady. I am happy for her, she seems to be doing a great job as a first lady and, most importantly, a mom.
As for my exciting life and Facebook, it is because of my new found fun internet compulsion I have reconnected with friends I thought I would NEVER see or hear from again. I even got to go to a 31st High School Reunion. I know 31st is a kind of odd number but what the heck, I’m glad I was included. I knew only a few people but I was happy to meet with them. I was a nobody in High School in my senior year because I had been away for 8th- 11th grades going to a large metropolitan school. Coming back to a small town school which had not even been integrated was a bit tough but all anyone needs is a few good friends, and those I had.
It was fun to see what had happened to the “hot guys” as the kids call them now back then they were simply the “cute guys”. Many are bald old and fat, so to all you hot guys out there, beware, age happens and then guess what, you’re stuck with your personality so if it’s shallow you don’t have much to fall back on. There were a few folks who looked much better than they did in High School and a few really looked young. My secret elementary school crush still looked cute and in great shape. He didn’t even remember we were in class together, my heart is broken yet but again, NOT. What fun though, I’m so glad I went.

Then

Now



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