Andee was racing through the house yowling those horrible yowls of wilderness hunter out for the kill, and Zoe joined in bolting throughout the house with her red fur jingle ball clasped between her teeth. Dustin was outdoors munching on a bribe of meaty rib bone while his K9 advantix super duper flea and tick killer did a poison number on him.
I had been thinking about my blog, blogging, how it all affects my well being. I thought 113 follows was an unlucky number, I was misunderstood and demoted to 112, and yesterday to 111, hahaha :( Loosing follows is life, loosing the comments is deflating. My original core of commenters is almost extinct now, replaced by new ones that I adore, but I would have liked to have grabbed the whole cake and eaten it too...I would have liked to have kept the older gang along with the newer one...I do want an awful lot, don't I :)
I've been asking myself the reasons I blog in the first place. It really was on a whim...someone else set me up...I didn't even have a vague clue what it all involved. I don't think you'll ever learn much reading my posts, I don't print recipes because of copyright laws, there's hardly ever a swear word in any of it, although in person I am just a bit more colorful. I don't write to improve my writing style (what writing style??? I'm all over the place), to publish a book (wouldn't that be two hoots and a half), or build up the follows to astronomical proportions (whoops...please don't demote me to 110 or 109 just because I'm doing what I've always told myself is death in a post). It's evolved into telling snippets of my life present and life past, and when I've told enough I'll be gone. Poof!
Blogging is a time gobbler and swallow me upper in my world. I'm on my computer way too long, I ignore playtime for myself and pets, I sleep too few hours before the alarm reminds me of the reality that I'm yawning my life away. Taking into consideration daily chores involving house, yard, pets, and me, commuting, working, evening phone time with husband, and exercising; I have ruffly zero hours for relaxing at the end of my day and that just isn't working for me. I'm trying to figure out how to approach it all in a sensible way...still trying. I do have the opportunity of sometimes writing up a post at work (shhhhhhhh...) since I'm a one person office, and I do have the luxury or druggery of slow times each week and absolutely no one to talk with since we're in a blackhole when it comes to cell phone reception.
It's a half hour past bedtime and I have to skedaddle, leaving you in this one sided conversation I'm having of everything and nothing and all that is in-between about my blog, blogging, and how it all affects my well being on this quiet evening.