I cannot believe it. I really can't. I've caved. As an old friend of mind used to say, I folded like a bad lawn chair.
I started a blog.
I have know nothing about blogs. Shit, I don't even read them. And until about 30 minutes ago I didn't even care anything about them one way or another. So I'm wondering why I started one.
There isn't a group of family members or friends that hounded me about putting my thoughts down for all to see. And I certainly don't have a great writing style. Or a writing style at all.
And I swear, curse that is. Sometimes like a sailor even. This will probably get me in trouble from the blog police. Is there a blog police? Aw well, what can I say? I live on the edge.
So here I sit, starting something else that I don't have time for. I have 3 kids, and a husband, so really 4 kids. I have 2 jobs. yeah...two. And a salt water fish tank that we are TRYING to keep fish alive in. You might be surprised how much time THAT takes. What business do I have spending time on something as pointless as a blog? And WHAT THE HELL does blog even mean? well that's another entry...
So I ask again, what business do I have doing this? Well...my life, my little life, seems to be full of constant drama. And I've decided that these little episodes need to be written down. Not for you, necessarily. Although, secretly, I enjoy the thought of people hanging in my every word (HA! yeah like that's gong to happen!) But I need to write them for me. For my family. Someone needs to write this crazy crap down. Who else is going to do it?