I think about posting more often...

I would totally post more often, with the random crap that flits through my head throughout the day, except for one thing: computer availability. You see, I have and Ipod Touch, which is what I use ALL DAY LONG...(just a little addicted to twitter and mamapedia.com, but I us it to read, mostly, since I seldom have the time/energy to actually respond or write something until after the little monsters *cough* I mean children have gone to bed. Then I can use the media computer, which is hooked up to the TV, but that keyboard is very wonky and hard to type with, OR I can use my Ipod. In very rare cases (like today!) I get to use my husbands laptop, but he is on it most of the time for his schoolwork.

So anyway, my list of things I will get around to posting about when I have a minute, just as a record for my own use, and things you can look forward to reading about you lucky people, person,  robots!

One day I can actually enjoy a shower.
The fact that I wish most children's programming to die a horrible death.
Sleep would be nice too.
The annoyance of Facebook.
How much I enjoy working out, but never get to do it.
Have I mentioned the guilt, insomnia, or contractors that ruin my nights?

So a coworker of my huband had a tradgedy...

A day or so before Thanksgiving, a house fire killed a coworker's sister and her four children. They found out they need $8000 for the burial, so please donate to the button over there!

Playing with templates

So I think I have an addiction to playing with the design of this blog! I have spent way too much time playing with it. At least I have something to show for it!

Trying this again, seriously now...

So, I decided to try this whole "blogging" thing out, even though I never feel like anyone really cares for what I would have to say. I still have random thoughts that go through my brain, that I think are funny, so I think I will use this as my own outlet. I will not think abut possibly offending anyone, and just go with my own, weird, sarcastic, pessimistic humor. And maybe cute kitties and puppies. But not Bunnies. Bunnies are evil, and scary, and stare at you with crazy red eyes...

Anyway, so this is my warning: I will not care about what you may think of what I write here. (this is my mantra as well.) I am doing this for me, and only me.

I have never even kept a diary, so we will see how this works out.