I'm a blog-addict.
I think they've replaced my magazine addiction.
I think I've said that before.
I think I've received more than one virus due to my blog-surfing.
I think there's a blog out there for every interest and lifestyle- which intrigues me.
I think I should try and make EVERY sentence in this blog entry start with "I"...or "I think"..so far so good.
I think I've been a bad blogger lately.
I think that there are a lot of blogs out there that put me in a good mood, inspire me, motivate me, make me think, and lately, aggrivate me.
I think I'm easily aggrivated lately but that's beside the point.
I think blogs are fabulous fun but I think I prefer ones that are gritty and REAL over the perfection, ya know?
I think I appreciate seeing the flux of life in those real blogs- the good days, the fabulous days and then SO horrible they type in all caps "yelling" or in run-on-sentences without proper punctuation..with pics of the aftermath. Or better yet, DURING the disaster.
I like that they're candid and unafraid to say "my kids are adorable but they're driving me up the wall- someone come take them away..but bring 'em back in one piece or you'll answer for it" and show their mountains of laundry waiting to be folded & put away (those are my FAVORITE).
I think (I really KNOW, I just don't want to mess up- I'm on a roll...) there was a time where I wanted everything on my blog to be pretty and light-hearted. Lovely pictures, encouraging words, profound thoughts, etc.etc. And I wouldn't post much if I didn't have those things to give.
I think instead of posting whenever I have something pretty or witty to say...I'll just post when I feel like it.
I think I'll like my blog better that way. Pretty yet disheveled. Occasionally disorganized and rumpled- but still likeable.
With pretty pictures.