i am actually one of those that happen to really enjoy writing.
i blog because i get a kick out of it.  it is therapeutic to me and i take some sort of satisfaction out of the creativity of words. {thus why i am pretty long-winded}

i have always been a pretty good journal-er and i like to remember the little things {and big things = our story + wedding + all the gory details can be found here}. 

its funny how my own words can lift me up later when i think of old friends and good times. 

my brother once scrunched his face and said to me, “yeah, but i think blogs are not reality. everyone makes their life sound so much better than it really is.” 

well, there is a right and a wrong way to write about unhappy times, but i truly don’t have too many of them. when i do, i certainly don’t mind sharing because what begins as just a way to let it go {for me} becomes much more for someone else.  nienie has certainly taught us that. i love that what i would be doing anyway {journaling/attempting to scrapbook} has become a forum for advice, comfort, validation, and positive communication with other peeps who have been there – done that.

in fact, i have often shared too much and it sometimes gets me into trouble.
{free advice: don’t write about first dates in detail unless you are sure the man is clueless to google.}

and i am just not a scrapbooker. it takes me too long, and i spent so much money on what always turned out to be a forced hobby.  the blog i can print to a book and keep as a journal/scrapbook.  so now i can keep a real-time scrapbook of all of the moments i want to remember, and they will get printed to a book like this one.

my other blog i wrote because i liked to keep the conversation open about all of the other fun stuff that i wouldn’t necessarily put in my blogbook, but that i need to write so i can sleep at night {but now they are all here on this blerg}. i stopped trying to have the best crafts or the wittiest entries long ago. i blog for me first. but it is always nice to have company and know someone stopped by. its like visiting in my living room about the silly things we care/laugh about.

i blog most days when i can, but i try not to blog when cc gets home and over the weekend. i realize that it is easy for me to get stuck in the “i wish i were more like her and her and her” phase and i know i’m not the only one. plus, i hate when i realize that i have been staring at my computer when i could be spending more time with my little family. i have so little time to enjoy them together as it is.

i love reading your updates and hearing what is going on in your world, but i am not and will not be one of those supermoms that does everything on the side and cooks amazing meals and juggles all kinds of talents that make extra money.

i do not own a home to decorate all cute, i do not have cute clothes these days.
i do enjoy reading about those of you who most certainly are supermoms/craftesses, but hopefully you can hang out here and have fun with just me.