I Blame Facebook

I know. It's been awhile, Blog. Almost two years. I should be ashamed. I am.

I have a confession to make. I've been seeing another social network. That seductress you all know as Facebook hooked her tantalizing claws into me and pulled me away from you. I wish I could say it took a lot of cunning and manipulation for me to give into the temptation. But She made things so easy. I'm a working mom. You know my crazy schedule. And Facebook just fit into my lifestyle so effortlessly: An update here. A comment there. An uploaded photo. These all only take a few minutes, even seconds at a time, and all via the convenience of my Blackberry. The thought of writing meaningful, interesting blog entries just exhausted me - I'll get to it later, I'd say. But the truth is, I just got lazy. I took the easy way out. I'm sorry.

So what brought me back to you? The other day a coworker mentioned that she once made Play-doh but couldn't remember an odd ingredient. And I chimed in, "Hey I did that! I've made BLUE Play-doh! And I burnt it!" And I knew I had written a blog post about it. So I pulled up this here Ol' Faithful and found it. Cream of Tartar. That was the the magic part of the receipe! I saved the day! YOU saved the day. More than you know.

When I got on here, I couldn't just leave. That would be rude. And honestly, I wanted to stick around. I couldn't help but poke around and read old postings and pictures of my girls from since they were way littler.

Suddenly I found myself so engaged in the past:

"Oh, yeah, I forgot that!"

"I remember her saying that now! How cute!

"OMG, look how little my babies are!"

"Dang, this blog ain't half bad."

I immediately had a mix of feelings. Sadness that my girls have grown up so much. Regret that I hadn't kept up with the blog and thus left many wonderful moments and comments undocumented. Appreciation that I at least had this bit immortalized for our enjoyment forever. And then resolve - to get back to it.

Yeah, I'm still busy. REALLY busy. Busier than ever, really. Full-time job, a good 30 minutes away. Two daughters who are both involved in soccer, a two-hour competitive dance team, Brownies/Daisies, cheer, guitar, swimming, and about to be gymnastics. Oh, and then there's that school thing they do that carries studying, and homework, and activities. I have new friendships I'm building, old friendships I'm nourishing, a newfound romance with my husband that I'm celebrating. And then there are those P90x DVDS that are glaring at me, laughing at my intentions to get back into working out. Not to mention a DVR that is literally bursting with series after series that I just haven't gotten to yet because I haven't had time.

But yeah, I can find time for this. I need to find time for this. Because I am lucky enough to have life, love, happiness, friendships, and even trials that are worth sharing. And remembering. And remembering again. So my story resumes...