Forgot all about my Formspring account till a fellow tweeter reminded me of it.

So I spoke to my folks yesterday and wished Mom a happy 78th birthday. I called at around 10am their time and left a message, figuring they were at the store. Then I called later, got their machine again and hung up. I finally caught them around 4pm their time. They sounded well, and we talked about the usual things. It was a whopping 105º there and Mom was glad to hear about the extra money I’m making at the job site and how much it helps keep our heads above water.

They asked if there was an IHOP around here, and yes, there are a few in Sacramento and one in Roseville. They have a gift card they want to send. I assume it may be an anniversary present since our 16th anniversary is on the 15th.

When I asked about Charlotte, the reaction was a little weird, suggesting they may no longer be friends, but didn’t want to get into what may’ve been a painful fallout. I didn’t push it, though. I don’t like to make people talk about things they’d rather not talk about.

When I asked how she was Dad said he didn’t know and that Mom talked to her more. But wouldn’t Mom keep him updated? When I asked if she still had the cottage in Connecticut, he said he didn’t know. That pretty much told me something right there, so I dropped it. It’s too bad, too. They were such good friends for so long. But things do change. Tammy and I were kind of close despite being opposites, then look what happened. How dare I give her abusive ex a piece of my mind! Well, at least it taught me never to defend anyone.

I briefly chatted on Facebook with Jessie and am still thinking of shutting down on MySpace, but haven’t decided yet. I’m getting hit on and harassed by both men and women. Half the people that friend me want me to buy something from them.

Marie and I still swap messages, of course, and it was sweet of her to let me know I could go to her with anything. Yeah, but if I want to bitch about the economy, I remember when she snapped at me by saying I had a roof over my head and food in my stomach yet still wasn’t happy. So I don’t want to come off as ungrateful or anything like that. It’s not that I fail to keep in mind the good things in life. It’s just that sometimes I only want to bitch about the bad things. No matter how much I may complain, though, it doesn’t mean I don’t still appreciate the good things.