just me

Lately I seem to have a love/hate relationship with blogging.  I'm not obsessed with it, since I'll go without blogging for a few days, but part of that is because I bore myself with it. The weird part is, nearly every day I think of something, see something, take a picture of something and think "Boy, I should blog about that."  And now, suddenly, I feel like really, truly blogging despite having read a few weeks ago that the blogging trend was dying off. It's a rebellion thing, isn't it? I'm being told no and I'm figuratively saying, "Oh, hell, no one tells me no...I'll show you!" Too bad diets aren't out of vogue, that's all I'm saying.
So, from here on out, I'm going to (try to) share my  daily life, such as it is. Will it be fun if I get regular readers? Sure it will and I can't lie about that.   Part of this is something I want to do almost as a memorial to myself and who I am. I admit, I'm not a big on sharing  in real life. If I should die a month from now in a bad, freak cleaning accident, I'd like my kids and grand-kids to read this blog and know who I really am...what makes me laugh and what makes me mad, what I found fun in life and what pissed me off, what makes me sad and what scares me. I'd like them to really know me in a way I can't seem to show well in person. I'd like them to find this and know how very much I loved them