Day 12

How I found out about Blogger and why I have one



I actually don't remember how I found out about Blogger . . . I remember seeing someone's blog and SWEARING that I would never do something so stupid, self indulgent and ANNOYING. But in the end I did what I always do. I judge, say a lot of self righteous crap, then follow like a little lost sheep. It reminds me of the time we got our first van. Rear entertainment systems were all the rage for families just like mine. I shunned the idea and whispered about the horrible parents who allowed such a thing. 3 portable DVD players and 6,000 hours of fighting later, I went for the full package in our new car. The seats recline, there is a full bar, a mini fridge and a live band.

Anyway, the reason I have a blog is simple. I love to write. I have loved writing since I was a kid. I would write books and stories and even the occasional song. I always thought I was really good and believed that I would become famous. I was rejected by the junior high journalism teacher due to my lack of boobs, but made it in High school due to my mad skillz. (Actually the teacher was in my ward and was probably scared of my dad.)

I went to college on a journalism scholarship but my interest in newspapers fizzled out when it became tedious and boring. I guess I hated being told what to write about. I have been able to do things here and there with my degree through out the years , but nothing long term. I love blogging because I control the content. I don't care that I will never be Pioneer Woman. I would love to find my niche and become famous with my blog, but right now my purpose is personal. I will continue to write about things that make me laugh or make me mad or make me cry. I will write about my boring life because I know one day my kids will think it's interesting. . . right???