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I grew up in Utah. I lived in the same town that my parents grew up in. I lived in the same town that my grandmother grew up in.  My sophomore year of high school I went to the same high school my parents went to.

My junior year of high school my parents both faced very difficult job decisions that meant we had to move. So at the end of the first quarter of my Junior year we moved to Kansas. At the end of the school year we moved to California.

In three years I attended three different high schools.

A couple of months ago at the request of a friend I joined facebook. I wasn't really sure what to expect, I went through the steps, signed up, posted a pictured filled in a bit of info and I was done.  I didn't give it much thought as I began to add friends. They were the people that asked me join so it made sense to me. Then suddenly I had a request to add a friend from high school (my first high school). 

Which made me chuckle, and giggle and think, "Wow, I haven't seen her in like forever." I tried to figure it out but I ran out of fingers and toes. So I accepted her as a friend and before long there was another request and another and another. 

My facebook friends have suddenly become an overview of my life. The places I've been, the things I have done, and the people I've met.

It is all very cool, this person I know from Utah, this one I know from California, this one I grew up with, this one I'm related to, this person was my maid of honor, this one is my next door neighbor, this one is my son's school teacher.

I say it is cool until they all start tagging you. Tag's who invented, "tags?" Then the tag is something like write a memory. What, huh, memory? Memory about what? Memory about you and me? Ohhh! Well there was the time, oh no, that's not you. Well how about, no not you again. 

It is making me feel like old age has claimed my memory. Then just when I thought it couldn't get worse the tag starts going around about high school. What did you do on Friday night? Did you date anyone from your school? Where did you eat lunch?

When, what year? I'm confused!

So here is the deal people, I don't do tags! There to difficult they hurt my head. I don't remember, don't I get credit for remembering you? I am not going to tell you if I have ever been skinny dipping (yet another tag) I'm not going to tell you what I watch on TV (because I'm boring)and there is just way to much that can be used to black mail me. I have a good girl rep that I am trying to build (I mean keep).

I mean do you want to tell me if you have been skinny dipping? Seriously, have you? 

That's a swim question, right?



Comments

Me, Myself and I said…
Then just do do them. There, done. You don't have to do anything you don't want to.

I have not been skinny dipping.

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