Calling Betty Ford

Remember when I used to blog all the time and I had friends...and I got comments and left them comments.  We even would communicate through email...remember?  Yeah, those were the days.

Well, I would love to get back to those days and I'm trying.  Deep down in my heart I'm REALLY trying.  I think about you guys all the time and I think about a MILLION things I'd like to blog about...well, OK, maybe not a million, but a lot...like at least 100 or 50.

So, this is my effort to get back to blogging.  I'm here.  And I'm posting.  And maybe you'll comment and maybe I'll visit you and comment...and maybe, just MAYBE I'll get all adventurous and respond to your comment in an email...maybe.

Last week, a couple of my blogger friends who still associate with me, even though I'm not a very good blogger anymore, challenged me to go "unplugged" for 8 hours...EIGHT HOURS.  That's eight hours with no iPhone.  Eight hours without tweeting, facebooking, emailing, or playing games.

You don't really know how addicted you are to those things until you go without.  Let me tell you, I'm addicted...A-D-D-I-C-T-E-D. 

"Betty Ford, how can I help you?"

"Uh, yes...I'd like to check myself in."

So, along with Impulsive, Connie and a few other bloggers; I unplugged.

This is what happened whilst I was not plugged in:

Around 3:15 I went into a comatose state.  I finally came back to consciousness around 4:01.  The feeling of knowing that I was plugged back in was glorious.  I can't describe it...it was like being under water and thinking you weren't going to make it back to the top...and you start swimming feverishly...moving your arms and your legs in rapid motion...your life starts to flash before you...you feel your lungs tightening under the pressure from the lack of oxygen...it's really touch and go...and THEN finally, you break the surface of the water and you take a deep cleansing breath and realize you made it.  Yeah, it was kinda like that, except a tad less dramatic...maybe.

A note to Impulsive and Connie: I'm not signing up for this again.  Next time you guys get a wild hair to go back to 1995 and cut out all social interaction, count me out...unless I can save a starving child in Africa or something equally noble.

Go check out Impulsive's and Connie's posts here: Impulsive Addict and The Young and Relentless

Could you unplug?  Have you unplugged and lived to tell about it?  Do tell.

I miss you guys like a fat kid on a diet misses cake.