We were sitting at dinner last night, our usual Sunday night dinner as an extended family, and my phone would not stop buzzing. It irritated me and it really irritated my father in law.

After giving it much thought over the last while I’ve come to believe that not only do we think we must answer each and every buzz, ring, text and summons but we also get very impatient when someone else doesn’t immediately answer our buzz, ring or text. The text messages yesterday were from my sister, and

I'm a very private person. I tend to keep things to myself, deal with life on my own. If the sky was falling and the ground covered in lava, I probably wouldn't ask for help, let alone talk to someone about my feelings (shudder). If I can't make it on my own, than what's the point? I know it's a pride issue. I freely admit that I hate asking for stuff, or talking about my feelings, because I honestly don't like the taste of humble pie. Too sour....or whatever.

I think it takes a certain amount

My nephew brought home a turtle earlier this week. This wasn’t a surprise. In fact, I (uncharacteristically) agreed to letting the reptile live with us several months ago…with the stipulation that we name it Crush. (If you get it, you get it. If you don’t, explaining it won’t help.)  It was a nice compromise, since I wouldn’t give in to getting a dog.

I love my friends. They make me happy. They’re a lot of fun. Sometimes I think “my friends are great, I’ll always have them.” But I won’t. Not really.