In the wee hours of the morning when the kids are still sleeping and Rick is refusing to believe that his sleep is over I sit at the dining room table and enjoy the quiet...and I blog hop.
It's actually a lot of fun. I just jump from one blog to another, some might call it stalking, and get a glimpse of other people's lives. Some crack me up, some I find it difficult to believe that anyone's life could be so boring, and still others make me realize that we're all just trying our best and have faking down to an art.
Then there are the crazy ones.
Believe me, there are a lot out there but the one I'm concentrating on today is the one that told me, no not directly, that my depression and my kids autoimmune problems were directly linked to the aspartame I consume when I drink my 12 pack of diet drinks every day. Really? See I always thought my kids' autoimmune problems could be directly linked to mine and Rick's jacked up genes that we passed on to them, and I just figured my depression was a result of the fact that I watched my daughter die and ten months later watched my son get pounded with obscene amounts of chemotherapy to save his life.
Am I the only one that finds this a little out there? I know, I know, the chemical companies are paying off the FDA so they won't give us the real information, but until that becomes public, I'm gonna go pour me a diet coke before I shoot myself.