I admit it.  I have them.  Or at least my husband says I have them.  Since I have started this blogging thing I have them.  When my hubby and I have conversations these days and I share with him a story or an email or something that one of my bloggy friends has shared with me he asks me “Is this one of your  real friends or an imaginary friend?”  The nerve!!!   But I know what he means.

I have not actually “met” any of my bloggy friends.  But they are more real to me than the flesh and blood friends that I have known for years.  Well, maybe not in quite the same way.   But they are certainly real friends to me in ways that can’t be measured and I am so glad for that!

As we are continuing on this journey of pulling things together after my father in law’s death I have had a lot of you give me words of encouragement and support.  That has been so comforting to me.  My family follows my blog but they have heard it all before…..blah blah blah.  My new bloggy friends haven’t so I have a brand new audience!  How wonderful! It feeds my ego.  I have to admit that.  It feels good to know that I have a few folks out there who are following me.  I never really thought that I was all that needy but it is nice to think that “they like me—they really like me!”.

So THANK YOU to all of you who have become my imaginary friends.  I look forward to your posts and anxiously await your comments.   I have tried to update my ever growing blogroll (scroll waaaaayyyyyy down on the left hand side of my blog to view and click on links) but I know I have left a lot off.  I try to clean it up every now and then and limit it but you know—-I just can’t take someone off!!!

Let me leave you with one Carlton story—you know I have the honor of helping out with Chris’s brother who has Down Syndrome.  We are working on better nutrition and eating habits.  He does love his cookies.  Yesterday I awoke to this note:

So of course the order of business for the day was to buy a cheap mixer and make “Tall House Cookies” which will be rationed.  (He doesn’t know my secret hiding place for cookies!)   When we did our weekly date night of dinner out and grocery shopping for “his” stuff last night he went to the Oreo aisle.  I told him that since I had made cookies he didn’t really need his usual package of Mint Oreos.   He picked up a package of the ones with peanut butter and said he would get those because they had protein…….can’t argue with that logic, can you????