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To Blog or Not to Blog...

I've been thinking about blogging for a long time. I do have lots of random thoughts that go through my head and as someone who's constantly processing, sometimes I need a venue to share those thoughts--especially when my main daily interactions consist of talking in third-person to my one-year-old son:)

But, there are rules to blogging. I mean, nobody wants to read a couple of wonderful posts only to have the blogee (is that a word?) find a million other things to do and slowly stop blogging altogether. No, bloggers have a responsibility to keep going not only for their own sanity, but to continually entertain/inform/provoke everyone else. So, I will attempt to hold up my end of the bargain as long as you hold up yours--blogs are merely diaries without someone to read them. I hope you'll follow along and be a part of this shared experience.

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