This blog thing, it amuses me. I enjoy writing. Always have. Every English teacher I ever had, including the dreaded Dr. Mary Roberty (whom I adored), told me I should write. Every standardized test I ever took told me English Composition was my forte. It's only natural then, that I should choose nursing as a career, thereby bypassing my one and likely only claim to fame.



Maybe that's why I'm intrigued by blogging.



I enjoy reading the blogs of others. I have friends who are brilliant in their daily postings, sharing their hobbies, families, kitchen skills, their fascinating lives. I love it! makes me feel as if they are sharing coffee at my kitchen table instead of miles away. I know people who are so down to earth I want them to adopt me. Some speak the language I happen to be struggling with at that very moment, and give me something to hold on to. Some shoot for profundity, miss the mark, and provide me with my laugh for the day. Yes, I admit I laugh at that which is supposed to be completely life-changing. Think Mary Tyler Moore and Chuckles the Clown, minus the poignancy. Whatever their writing style or subject, there's always a good reason to read.



But why write? Who would read the wandering threads of my overworked and underpaid mind? I am hardly ready to produce the great American novel. My life is much more in line with the latest Marvel comic book than it is with Atlas Shrugged. I am Erma Bombeck in a Tolstoy world. What I do every day is a bit mundane. I care for the little people (well, not so little anymore) to whom I gave birth. I care for the big guy I married. I try to care for far-away parents, which involves a lot of prayer and worry and general feelings of helplessness. I care for patients at work, and thank God daily for the great people who share that task. I care for my customers, and try to tend to my Longaberger business with whatever time I can devote. I care about the volunteer activities on my plate at the moment. But who wants to read about it?



I recently attended a sales convention where one of the presenters mentioned starting a new blog for her business. Really, I can't think of this as a business proposition. I will end up sharing way too much unrelated drivel. But I'd like to share a bit about Longaberger, too, because it has been a part of who I've become for ten years now. It's hard to separate it out from the rest of my life. So, you'll see baskets and pottery crop up as well. Often, I think, you'll see pieces of just me. I will try very hard to use correct grammar, but any mistakes are to be considered artistic license. I will make every attempt to spell check accurately, so as not to annoy my fastidious friends. And if no one reads, I think the writing will be cathartic. Maybe that's the whole point, after all.