Who the HECK is managing this blog?
Obviously not me.
APRIL 23rd?? The last entry.
I should be flogged.
Several hundred things have happened in the past um... 7 months. Apparently none of them noteworthy to blog about? I think not. I have actually checked my drafts and I have several - but never posted them. Sometimes I just want to write and not let anyone see what I write, well that's kind of dumb eh? Believe me - some of what I write is really personal and those particular blog drafts have ample amounts of snot from crying when I write them. I just attended a Writers Workshop and fell in love again with the concept of writing. Ok - so it's not going to be showing up anytime soon in my blog posts that I'm any good at all - but I was inspired by so many concepts of 'why we write'. I can think of many - happy, sad, frightening, and so on. Some write to just be heard, many write to cure their hearts of aches, many boast - what - me? (why yes I do) But the soul purpose I love to write is because one day - parts of me will be missing - set on a shelf with some pictures and a memory here and there - but no words. I want to leave some words. Mind you - not words of wisdom but words that are filed away in my little filing cabinet in my head. Over the past several months I have re-typed and entered on line all of my grandfather's and great aunt and uncles histories. Mighty people that have rich stories of bravery, courage and ample amounts of heartache. I am amazed at how reading those stories have made it possible to identify in me the genes they left in my family line. It's those powerful thoughts and words that I need to leave behind one day. If I can do that - then I will have left a little bit of them here also. Since my April blog post I have opted to post the most valuable post of all to me - that would be the previous post to this one. This - beyond a doubt - is where my heart and soul exists - within the arms of this family. Unexplainable moments of love and goodness. To which I have hauled out all of their scrapbook totes (most people have books but I'm not that far yet), and have experienced moments that were tucked away for this particular rainy season of my life. I see a bit of the sun now and the desire is there to let it grow again. But my posts here on this blog will continue to be mostly outrageous, many times with not apparent reason, and may or may not be true. The need to write the words is greater than the need to hide behind my should haves and could haves of my writing. When I had to categorize where my writing would fall in the large scale of areas it could fall... I hesitated. I write like I live - with no boundaries. If by chance I make a difference in someone's thoughts or actions or even brings a smile or two - then it's a good blog post. If it's a bad post, then it's because I'm real and I just want to have some historical account of badness I guess. I know people that put huge posts on facebook about glory and wonderfulness - and I believe I distribute a med for that at work called - 'really?' Get a blog people - if you are reading this then I'm super happy - it means that you actually had to press a button to actually get to this spot, not be forced to read something so sappy that you want to push the 'unlike button'. Well there now I've done it - I've posted several secret lines in this post that I want to write about now... I need to lighten up and just write. I think that all 2 of you that read this have really made my day for stopping in. Now - go write something - make MY day!
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