Humm – Can you read me now?

The other day I posted about Amy, how she works herself into the ground and how I wasn’t going to complain about it. However, this person emailed me felt I was complaining about it adding it to my blog -- not so true. I’ve said many times this is my outpost of feelings and happenings of the day, be it work related, school, family and my personal relationships.
I do feel that Amy is working herself into the ground to avoid her family, ask her, she probably won’t deny it either. Then again, this is my blog and I can bitch about anything I wish to here. She does read this as it’s evident in some of the comments below, she also misreads a lot of things, followed by her calling me crying on the phone. (i.e., she is probably so damn tired she misreads them).
We have also discussed multiple times how to correct the situation, I can’t force her to do anything, it’s “her” family not mine. How she chooses to use my suggestions is clearly up to her.
I don’t go into much detail about what is going on in her life; she has her own blog, evident in the link to the side of this page. She is in the very spot I was in about 3 years ago with my Pops out of the country/state all the time, my Mom sick and I with Lori and Jacks to take care of along with me in school and work. I do have to say Lori was a piece of cake to watch, minus a few incidences of her wandering off, I nipped that in the bud really fast. Jacks on the other hand, well we won’t even go there.
It’s hard for outsiders to read another’s blog/diary and completely understand the situations being read. I try to go as much into the daily details as possible without being too boring. At times I tend to hang on one subject post after post; then again I drift off forgetting to give the outcome of the repeated offender/s. I don’t mind people asking me questions if they are confused and welcome their comments.
The majority of personal blogs are like a window into someone’s life, you, the reader looking in (Peeping Tom). Some times the curtains get in the way or I might slide down the blinds for a while to obstruct your view. Neither being intentional, just happens that way.