Recent events have set me on edge. I usually do not write about certain things because I try to keep certain areas of my life separated. But earlier today some of my rage spilled on to twitter. My short, 140 character thoughts were fairly vague. I had even posted on Facebook, also a bit cryptically. I hardly ever post anything like this on either site due to wanting to keep areas of my life separate. Several hours after this particular incident I don’t think my blood pressure is anywhere back to normal; I am that upset. So I have decided to exercise my First Amendment rights. I say none of this lightly.
Oh that’s right, you have to remember to open the dashboard and actually write something. And then hit publish. It’s not like I’ve forgotten how to blog. I just haven’t. But then a friend told me that my domain was parked and wondered what had happened to it. Cue freak out.
I need to stop being intimidated by this “Add New Post” page. For some reason I feel like I shouldn’t right if I don’t have anything of vast importance to say. But it’s just a blog; I don’t need to produce anything Pulitzer worthy, right? I’ve been tempted to post some random entries on my tumblr but then I remind myself that I have a blog for that sort of thing.
Short list of updates, nothing really that important.
One of my sisters and her husband came to visit today. After sitting around chatting some we went to Arby’s for lunch and talked some more. I really wish we could visit more with them because I had a great time. Once we got back from lunch my cousin came over to play with my sister’s paints. She had brought oil and watercolors. I was supposed to have found my acrylics but they were no where to be found. I looked through every closet twice before I found them in a box of scrap booking supplies. I’m highly organized like that.
