why am i crazy?

Blogging weirds me out sometimes. A new blog is almost like the prayer of an unbeliever. "Why would God care about me..." "Why would anyone care to read this?" That being said I'd like to say that I'm never sure what to say.

I am afraid of you, dear imaginary reader and fellow blogger, for you have to power to silently judge me, anonymously critique my grammar and opinions, start comment wars, and ruin both people's reputation and their opinion of others in the blogging world. That's a lot of power to give to someone who's just another schmuck writing their experiences and posting photos. I'm afraid of you, and that's why I never write.

I'll do better. I really will. I'll be witty and cool, post links for every reference, and have topics that are both engaging and inspiring. I'll find other blogs to refer you to, new and better blogs, blogs beyond your wildest dreams. I'll update you on vacations, births of children, shows I've gone to, things that piss me off, and quirky situations that life hands me. I'll post pictures of my cat, my husband (modeling every new thing I make), cookies I bake, my car, my cat, my celeb crush, my living room, that funny rash, MORE pictures of my cat, and of course, baby pictures.

Please love me. I'll write more. I mean it this time.

Coffee Shop Epiphany

I've lost my cat, Tex. I'm rather distraught.

Had a good talk with an acquaintance today over life goals. Suddenly a few things became clearer to me. My ideal role and plan. Strange, all of the things that came to me had come before, but never so coherently. It all gelled and it felt attainable. How very exciting... and a little bit scary.

Perhaps I can put it full fledge in the next post.

Pray that I find Tex. I need her to come home.

New Home, New Life, New Blog

"...Every night we does the tell, so that we 'member who we was and where we came from... but most of all we 'members the man that finded us, him that came the salvage."
- Savannah Nix, Mad Max:Beyond Thunderdome

Hopefully more to come.