Oh, thank God…

Blog.
A lot of people find it a distasteful word, and roll their eyes when they hear it because, really, what is a blog if not 15 minutes of fame for everyone who couldn’t make it to an American Idol audition? It’s perfect for those of us who wrote our deepest darkest secrets in diaries when we were in middle school, simultaneously hoping and fearing that someone would read it. Never again will twelve year old girls know the horror of getting writer’s cramp before they’ve fully described the hotnosity of the boy who sits next to them in class and decided what they will name their future children.

I think it’s a cute word. Blog. I blog. You blog. We blog. If ‘blog’ described a living thing, the thing would be small, furry, and amphibious with little knobbies coming off it’s head, kind of like a giraffe. And it would be green. The females would be purple.

I wasn’t really interested in having my own blog until recently when I realized the universe was telling me to get one. There have been signs. You don’t need to know what they were.

I’ll figure out a theme in the next couple of days so this doesn’t turn into a middle school diary seven years too late. If you promise to come back, I promise to make it worth your time.