Disturbed

Last year I found out my oldest cousin on my father's side was 68. Sixty Eight. Blew me away.

My friend Fiona went to see Olivia Newton John a few days back and mentioned on Facebook that for a 63 year old she has amazing energy. WTF? When did ONJ get to be 63?

The other night we were driving home and Elton John's song Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting came on the radio. My fiance and I were singing along to it when it dawned on me the song was 37 years old.

Then as I double checked my info for this post I found out I was wrong. It's 39 years old.

I'm really hating this trend...

Yeah yeah, I'm back...

Sometimes Facebook just doesn't work for what I want to say, and lately I've felt the urge to say more.

So here I am again.

A fresh start with no link to the old blog, so if you want the backstory (warts and all), contact me for the address.

I plan to write when the mood hits, so who knows how often. I'll link to Facebook so you'll know when a new one pops up (for those that don't use an RSS feed).

And I enabled comment moderation so you won't have to type those annoying double word verifications (you're welcome).

John, aka Fusion.