I really didn't want my blog to be story after story about my kids. Nor did I want my blog to be a travelogue of our life (mostly because we don't travel anymore per 2008 New Years Resolution #1). My intention is to print this out and have it be a journal of sorts for my posterity. I want them to know me and gain insights into their crazy mom. So I sit and think and think and think about what to write. I have about 20 half-written posts in my mind. There's the one about how I've self-diagnosed myself OCD. There's the one about pushing all my brain cells out with Drew (will I ever be clever again?). There's the one where I lament that time is passing too quickly. And there's the one over my issues with buying a nice camera to capture the perfect moment only to realize that that involves taking 200 pictures and who has time to go through that many pictures to find the captured perfect moment? And can you post without adding the perfect moment picture? It's all very overwhelming to me.
So I decided to post today about how I'm trying to be a blogger but how I much prefer my blog-stocking days. No expectations. No half written thoughts. No clever punchlines. I could just peek in on my friend's lives and live vicariously. Oh well. I'm a blogger now and I kind of like it. I just wish I could figure out what to blog about!