Hello....hello...helloooooo.....

That is the echo of my typing into cyberspace.

Is anyone still reading this? If you are, um...why? No really, I'm curious.

Pictures? Kid updates? What color is her kitchen now? Did she find more free furniture on the side of the road? What is she reading? Looking for intellectually stimulating perspectives on world economics? We're related? Witty re-tellings of life in the trenches? 3 kids = trenches? Wait, she has three? Last I checked there were two. Then six. So, we're at three? Still hoping for pictures? Pictures of Squishy? Scrunch quotes? My life makes you think, "Oy, see? Could be worse."? You knit too? You just realized I'm not on Facebook anymore? You're bored? Insomnia? Crafting inspiration? You like big butts and you cannot lie?

I give up. Just tell me.

I've asked myself why I do (and mostly don't) blog. The answer depends on the day. Lots of times it's so that my mother will stop nagging me about posting pictures of this or that- Visits to see Santa, our (but really MY) new baby bunny Cadbury, all ready for Ha-yiah!! (That's what Porkchop calls taekwando).

I want to write for my future self. So I can look back and remember and think, "Wow! I am so much smarter than I used to be." Oh, and I also want people, but especially women, and more especially my friends to think, "I am so glad I'm not the only one who thinks that."

P.S. My kitchen is still white.

P.P.S I scored the greatest of all mother-load scores of free-ness from behind a warehouse last weekend. You should be so excited to see what comes of it.

P.P.P.S Scrunch, Porkchop, and Squishy are not the names of hamsters. They are my kids. I have a deep seeded fear of all mice resembling rodents.

P.P.P.P.S I really did quit Facebook.

P.P.P.P.P.S I don't have any intellectually stimulating perspectives on world economics. But I do listen to NPR and on laundry day we watch Planet Earth.