Finding Happy

…is it that I always end up feeling like an idiot?  I’ll never understand.

I was introduced to the blogging world several years ago, while living overseas. A friend, a fellow expat, suggested I start a blog. I was like, what the hell is a blog? She explained, and I was sold. Back then, my blog had a specific focus and attracted a specific group of readers interested in that specific focus (namely life in this particular unnamed foreign country). I had a shit-load of readers too… all sorts of riff-raff leaving all sorts of positive and often very negative comments.

My posts were always well thought out. I didn’t ramble on about random shit like I do now. At first I didn’t read or comment on other blogs and I didn’t have any blogging buddies. It was pretty one-sided. As far as I knew I was the sun in the blogging universe. Eventually, though, I realized other people had their own blogs going on and I started to branch out. I developed my “blogroll” and made some friends.

When I moved back to the states I took a year off from blogging… I just didn’t think anyone would care what I had to say now that I was a standard issue housewife living in the midwest. But, I started a new blog out of sheer boredom fully expecting not to have a single reader. Eventually, I became sort of mommy-blogger-ish and fell in with the mommy-blogger crowd. Plus many of my old readers found me again (And some of them were still interested even. Apparently, stories of a 2 year old writing all over a wall with a blue marker is just as interesting as… well the stuff I wrote about before), I also found some new readers, some really interesting blogs to read and made some friends. It was all good.

Eventually though, I realized the mommy-blogger thing wasn’t for me (Not because I don’t enjoy talking about my kids, because what mother doesn’t? But because I am about more than being a mother) and blah blah blah… here I am.

And just for the record I very much prefer a quiet, cozy, little blog that allows as much rambling about random shit as a girl could ever want, over a blog with a ton of readers. I don’t need a ton of readers. I don’t want a ton of readers. But the readers I do have must all be very, very cool…. which one of you all of you (most of you) are.

And the reason I’m writing about this is because I often wonder what brought you people to blogging. Tell me some day, won’t you?

So, I was on the treadmill this morning (Finally! It has been longer then I’d like to admit) and I saw on the Today Show that the New Kids on the Block are getting back together for the first time in 15 years.  FIFTEEN YEARS?!?!?  I swear they just got together didn’t they?

I’m pretending this is twitter… apparently.

So, yea, I have been in a bit of a funk the last couple days. I don’t feel like explaining why. The important thing is, I’ll get over it. I always do. And until then, I’ll just keep smiling anyway. Because what else is there?

*poof* A tiny picture, for a tiny amount of time. 

(And look! It’s a teeny-tiny picture…to match my teeny-tiny posts)

Best season of Survivor, ever.  Amanda and Ozzy… so cute!