Kidding Myself

Yes, I am still alive. And, still knitting. So much lately that I don't think I will ever catch up on this blog thing. I have made dozens of blog entries (in my mind). What? you can't read the mental only ones??

Over the years I have always wanted to keep a journal. To write consise, pithy, witty, humorous little entries. I am not that kind of writer. I am not, in fact, ANY kind of writer though I would love to fancy myself as such. I have committment issues with my projects including this blog thing. I can't count the number of really cool, gorgeously artistic, practical, functional, whimsical journals I have purchased over the years that only ended up with 4 entries (and three of them are always about my weight).

On top of my own ADD influenced my husband has issues with my blog time. Because I don't do this often enough and usually have tons of pictures to choose from and wrestle with I spend at least 1.5 hours each time I post. So, he gets grumpy and blames the blog.

So, I resolve to attempt this more often, worry about pictures less, and make it snappy. Besides, he is in Pittsburgh this weekend for a comic book convention (his version of my sheep and fiber festivals) so maybe I can catch up.

Yea, right. Who do I think I am kidding???