If me joining the blogosphere were to have a sound, it would sound a little like when you're sitting somewhere quietly and your tummy rumbles and makes a small moan. What do you do? You immediately clutch your stomach and dart your eyes sideways to see who might have heard. Did the person next to you think you
farted*? Because you didn't! It was a tummy rumble! You blush and smile apologetically. Or maybe you don't. Maybe you cough or rub your shoe against your chair as if the shoe were the audible offender. But either way, it was an embarrassing sound, one that is small, only heard by a few, if any. That's what me blogging sounds like. I'm only joining the masses out of sheer time, boredom and thoughts in the night. That's right - at about 3:45 am while I am trying to fall back to sleep after the MON (mommybloggers will recognize my newfound lingo as "middle of the night") feeding, I think about what I would say on a blog were I to have a blog.
Not much.
So, if you want to join me here, please know I don't plan to post mighty monologues meant to inspire, or mass photos of my new baby (I can hear my mother cursing), or daily devotionals, or current event commentaries, or the newest fashion (unless the V-neck Haynes tee fits the boot), or hilarious stories about my life...although any one of those things might occasionally pop up. I'm just going to notch out a little place to put all my mental
diarrhea.* (author's note: did I just begin my blog with 2 references to body functions? hi, I'm Becky.)
