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How do you like my title for this post? Oh, I guess you’re not really supposed to ask things like that out loud (or actually type them and hit “publish”). But that’s ok, it only serves to demonstrate my point. I am so awkwardly weirdly nice and reclusive.

OK, so I can’t remember how it happened, but a few months ago, I somehow stumbled into the world of blogging. There are a whole gaggle of bloggers out there in the bloggish world, with blogger ways and insider bloggish code words and bloggish jokes. Many of them are moms, and many of them are Christians. Many of them are good, no, excellent writers, and I find myself giggling out loud or getting a little teary as the post may demand (hey leave me alone, I’m 41 weeks preggo and entitled to be an emotional basket-case). I’m still discovering which ones are my favorites, and which ones I want to read regularly, and whether it’s even cool to read mom blogs regularly, and whether I really care if it’s cool or not.

Many of them (the bloggers) are also… um… “cool”. You know what I mean – picture grade school, and the “cool group”… and how you always knew you were so not one of them, but at times felt sorta close, but never really totally in… and at other times you felt like you were living on a different planet from the cool group, and they either barely knew you existed or else they watched you through their super-high-powered telescopes and just laughed at you whispering about you because of your way obvious uncoolness.

Or maybe you have no idea what I’m talking about because you were always in the cool group, but never even realized it, because you were so cool.

Umm.. anyway.

So I like writing too, and I think I’m good at it (although I think entertaining and edifying people through blog writing is probably a whole lot harder than getting A’s on my university papers on the metaphysics of theism, or the basis of social political philosophy). In fact, I’m pretty much terrified at the thought of putting my best writing duds on and laying it all out for my peers to read. (Peers is a really funny word to me. It consists of “pee” and the letters “r” and “s”. Sorry, I blame baby brain).

But I wanna do it anyway. I’m not promising to be good at it, in fact I’m not even promising to post consistently. But hey, I’m gonna try. As the sexy hubby says, “hon, who’s gonna argue with a 41 week pregnant woman?”.

Yay for blogging. I hope I can do it without worrying too much about what ya’ll are thinking. Seriously, it’s a human flaw of mine. I can’t think of a cleverly funny or wise ending to this post, so I’m just gonna go with “catch ya later”.

Yeah that works.

OK, bye.

I'm Red, he's Honey. I'm the writer of this blog and the source of your entertainment and/or boredom. We're parents of an exceptionally adorable child, and we have no idea what we're doing! This blog is the outlet for my thoughts along the way - welcome! Pull up a couch, grab a cup of tea, and stay a while! Or back away slowly. Whatever works.

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