Silly ramblings!

I've been reading alot more blogs lately. I've found a few more friends that have blogs. And I remembered one of my favorite authors, Shannon Hale, also blogs. So I've added links to their blogs. If you have some time I think you'll really enjoy their humor and wit (is that being redundant?)

Anyways, as I read other people's blogs, people who really have a knack for writing I find myself getting jealous of their talent and gift. I've often thought that being a writer would be pretty cool. I would envision myself in a beautiful study filled with books floor to ceiling, sitting at my desk typing away. And then making millions of dollars from one great novel. I never thought this during high school, mind you, when I could have pushed myself to get better grades. And in college I vividly remember taking the required English class from Mr. Lanquist (anyone that went to EAC while he taught is probably shuddering right now). He was an odd person to say the least. And a little creepy. But I digress . . . I vividly remember writing in his class. Most of the times I got C's. I was always told to add detail. For whatever reason when I write the details don't go from my mind to the paper. I see a complete vision or thought in my head. But in black and white - the words themselves without the thoughts that completed the picture fall flat. Therefore, I got C's in English and I am not a gifted writer. There is hope however, my author friend told me it's like anything else. You have to practice. So write alot and you'll get better over time. Unfortunately, I don't see much improvement. But I haven't practiced that much either.

Even my daughter has the writing bug. She's pretty good at it too. I must say that I'm very proud of her writings (though they still need work and if you'd just let me edit for you . . .) She won't let me read her latest book. The first book that I had been reading and got hooked on remains unfinished and abandoned. Oh the torture!! Will they ever find each other again? I probably won't ever know. Camille, why do you torture your mother like this?

Back to blogging. I'm starting to go crazy or something. In my head throughout the day I think that maybe I should blog about whatever it is I'm doing. Just this morning I was taking a shower and the thought process went something like this:

"I think that we should be able to count shaving our legs as part of our daily exercise. Just trying to balance my leg on the micro edge at the end of the tub and then bend over and shave while balancing most of my weight on the other leg is like doing some of the yoga balance poses. Not to mention the cramp that starts to form in the weight baring gluteous maximus! I wish we could count the calories that it burns - maybe I'm done with exercise today . . ."

Then I was distracted by how dirty my tub was and how badly I need to clean it. But then the draw of the computer with the promise of new blog posts pulls me away from my duties. And then I check all my neices blogs with anticipation, hoping for more pictures and posts of how my adorable 'great'-nephews have done something so funny and silly and charming that I laugh right out loud. . . . No new posts!! AAAUUUGGGHHH. That's ok, I'll check it 3 or 4 more times today hoping that maybe now their posts are up.

Maybe now . . .

Now . . .

now? . . .

The realization that maybe I don't post as often as they'd like me to gets me to post this!!! I apologize to all my faithful blog readers. I couldn't help myself. I didn't have any new and excited photos to post. Besides, aren't you tired of pictures of the beach anyways?