WHY I DON'T BLOG

I was reading a friends blog and one of her topics was "Why I Blog". It was, as always with this friend, extremely eloquent and an AWESOME post to read. So being inspired by her, I was going to say a few things about why I blog. But then I logged on.........................and I was like, WHAT THE HECK.

I

DON'T

BLOG!

I have tried and (yes I may have to admit) I am not successful at blogging. WHEW....I said it. You don't know how hard that was. Especially since I tend to be an overachiever and try REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY hard to be successful at everything I do. But I have to say......its kinda nice to get that off my chest. Lets see, the sky didn't come falling down, my children didn't turn to salt, my husband is still sitting here. Wait.......that may be a punishment.....or a sign that I was unsuccessful. Hmmmm must ponder that later., but now onto why I am an unsuccessful blogger:

1) TIME

I have NOOOOOO time. Literally NO time. This past year I have started working full time again at the lovies school. And since I AM an overachiever, I have taken on a LOT of things there. Not only am I working with disabled kids during the day, I coached basketball in the spring and am currently coaching track. Oh...and did I mention I also tutor in the evenings. THEN I have my 4 and their various activities and am co-leading a brownie troop. (I will be leader next year) Then I get home and have to do all the things I was doing as a stay at home mom. Oh and we have stopped eating processed foods/eating out - so I cook from scratch a lot and that takes time. Then the mess..............then then then.......you get the picture.

2) I feel I am not an eloquent writer

Even though I know this blog is suppose to be for me - other people READ it. I don't want to come off as an uneducated moron who can't put a proper sentence together. Not that I SHOULD care what people think.......I just don't want to look like a yahoo. And believe me, I have TRIED to be consise and short - but again I have a hard time. I feel that if I am GOING to write, I want to paint a portrait. I WANT you to hear the kids whining, I want you to have the exact picture in your head of the entire situation, I want you to experience my tales as they have happened. And I ramble........oh heavens I RAMBLE. So a 15 minute type job of the kids trying to launch boiled eggs out of the 2nd story window turns into an hour ramble and you must refer back to 1) TIME to see why I don't have an hour. Did that make sense? I don't care...because this is already taking WAY to long.

3) Well, I know there should be a 3 because things always come in 3's, or is that just bad things come in 3's? Because I can write a NOVEL on why THAT isn't true. But again, no time to do that and who would buy a 600 page ramble? Ooppsss.....I hear the man I married yelling at someone. My time is up.

Adios and check in once in a while. You may see a thought or ramble grace these pages.

xxoox