myspace

I have this picture of me that gives me great joy. We'll talk more about it later. It's from a couple of computers ago, so the only place I could remember to find it was on my myspace page.

I wasn't as cool on myspace as I am on facebook. (You can stop laughing now.) On myspace, I had 11 friends. I think 7 of them were my first cousins.

I haven't used myspace in a couple of years. As a matter of fact, I think the last time I did anything with it was when I was pregnant with Handsome Jr. three years ago.

I had gotten an email from Classmates.com saying I had a message from someone trying to contact me. Turns out the cowboy I dated in college was trying to get in touch with me to apologize for turning our little romance into content for a country song.

He denied it, but I still think he was at the "making amends" part of a 12-step program. Probably a new one just for cowboys who are fresh out of their Wranglers and Ropers having given mommas all over the world even more reasons not to let your babies grow up to be cowboys.

So when I accepted his apology, I spiffed up my myspace page with the very best pictures I could find of me, Handsome and Little Bear. Then, told him about my page. Is that healthy? I think maybe it's not, but I was pregnant then. And the whole thing played out like a soap script. Who really gets contacted by old flames who want to apologize? Nobody I know unless they live in Genoa City or Salem.

That little anecdote gets me back to what started this whole thought. Here's the picture:


See, tonight on the way home from my parents' house, the children and I watched a couple episodes of The Dukes of Hazzard. I climbed in the back of our swagger wagon and watched it with them. It was pure joy. I can't wait to tell you more about it.

Yee-Ha!