What Fun!

Today I have been bloggin' now for exactly one month.  I have more journal entries in the past 30 days here in blogland than I do for my entire high school life...what a shame.  Here's to looking to the future!  Thank you for all of you sweet people who left kind words for me to find.

A Little Lesson:

     I am still not crazy about the word 'blog' but I have come to love the exercise of putting to paper (or I should say screen) an ongoing narrative otherwise known as, my life.

An Easy Decision

Most woman love to shop. It's about number 87 on my favourite things to do. We needed to get Clara a new life jacket, Jordan a new bike, Benjamin some new sandals, Emily a new swimsuit, we needed a car rack, I had to get special bandages for Clara's arm to get her bad burn through the summer, we needed to get camping chairs for the girls, a new set of badminton rackets (Lucy took up badminton last summer and chewed all the equipment to pieces), we needed more sunscreen, some extra long freezes the kind you buy when you're on vacation, Jordan earned a new hockey stick, Emily earned a new game, Jordan needed some new t-shirts, Benjamin needed a hat he couldn't take off. I needed new sunglasses, board shorts and some T-shirts, and I figured it was time to get a new volleyball. My shopping list was chaotically swimming around in my head as I drove out of my driveway onto the open road with four children in the back seat. Where would we start? It was the easiest decision in the world, I didn't have to think, or wonder or decide...my car knew exactly where to go...Wal Mart.

A Little Lesson:

I believe in artisan shops, family-run businesses, boutiques, crafter's markets, and I believe in every little store where the owner is sitting behind the till waiting to serve you. Two days before departing on the family vacation with four kids in tote, I believe in Wal Mart!

Blogger Rhymes with Jogger

It wasn't until just a few weeks ago that I even knew that there were hundreds of thousands of normal hard-working people who were actually 'bloggers' on the side. I got hooked pretty quick when I would anonymously and quietly stalk a few interesting blog sites and read about their daily lives when I realized I could in fact get into this. I could keep distant family and friends updated about the latest here in my neck of the woods, keep a journal, and put to use all of those thousands of digital pictures we take each year. But really now...a blogger? It makes me think of something green and slimy and blob like. What if they changed it to jogger, now that's a good visual for ya - healthy, athletic, fitness-minded, out in nature. Couldn't jogger have two meanings? Healthy exerciser OR addicted journal writing computer maneuvering late night web maker.

A little lesson:

Don't judge a worthwhile activity by it's poorly chosen name.