It's not because my life is non stop excitement, which is what I always suspect of others when they don't blog.
I always think
"My gosh, they are out there LIVING life, so busy hiking, watching sunsets, and dancing with their spouse as they make dinner that they don't have even ONE MINUTE to blog!".
"My gosh, they are out there LIVING life, so busy hiking, watching sunsets, and dancing with their spouse as they make dinner that they don't have even ONE MINUTE to blog!".
That may be true of other lax bloggers, but if there is one thing you can take to the bank with the old Spinster Chronicles- if we are not blogging, it's not because life has become a thrilling adventure.
It's usually something along the lines of
"Where did I put my iPad again? Oh right, the cat has it. No blogging tonight"
or
"Wow..this is the last box of ring dings that I can bid on at Ebay..I'd better focus on this tonight!"
It's usually something along the lines of
"Where did I put my iPad again? Oh right, the cat has it. No blogging tonight"
or
"Wow..this is the last box of ring dings that I can bid on at Ebay..I'd better focus on this tonight!"
Anyway, I had a wild night with my favorite 6 year old the other night.
(That would be the incomparable Elly Mae Monroe)
It involved cookie baking, glitter, and promoting a feminist agenda.
My 3 favorite things, all in one night, baby!
(That would be the incomparable Elly Mae Monroe)
It involved cookie baking, glitter, and promoting a feminist agenda.
My 3 favorite things, all in one night, baby!
In other news, since I've been off Facebook and not blogging,
I've really stepped up my game as far as stalking your blogs.
So, let me say this...you people need to focus and blog daily.
Seriously, don't make me spend hours drifting through your archives, judging what you wore to your mother's house on Thanksgiving 2009.
Do. Not. Make. Me.
I've really stepped up my game as far as stalking your blogs.
So, let me say this...you people need to focus and blog daily.
Seriously, don't make me spend hours drifting through your archives, judging what you wore to your mother's house on Thanksgiving 2009.
Do. Not. Make. Me.
Anyway, I'll be blogging there tonight. Brace yourselves!
Lori Ann