As both of my readers know (hi, Charlie; hi, Nate), I've tried on and off to keep this blog going, both because I'd like to be writing more regularly and because I'd like to have a record - a log, for the more StarTrek-inclined - of my life to be able to look back on. Not for me to look back on, so much, but the kids; for some reason, I believe they'd like to hear about my life, or maybe more realistically they'd like to hear about their lives someday when they're as old as I am and can barely recall last Monday.
My model for all this has been Dooce's blog -- the sometimes moving, always funny journal of a woman who lives with her husband and young daughter in Utah (of all places). Now that she has an RSS feed I read it pretty much every day. The dog pictures don't do much for me, but everything about the writing is what I'd want my writing to be. Which is why I've decided to give up on my own journal and just take hers.
So now, instead of writing down all the cute and funny and important and not-so-important things that happen to me or my family in a witty and charming way, I'll just convince my daughters that we used to live in Utah, that they used to be named "Leta", that I used to be a sexy-in-a-geeky-way Mac enthusiast, and that their mom used to be a hot but neurotic web designer. That should be easier.
Ah, who am I kidding? Mac enthusiast? Please.
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