I need to have a thing. A saying. Something on here that defines who I am. But the witty sayings, they don't come so easy. So for the past two years that I've spent blogging, I've had nothing. "Carrie's Journal" is boring. And it's not really what this is. Then again, what AM I doing here?
I rant, I rave, a whine, I complain, I tell horribly embarassing stories about my children that will probably send them into cardiac arrest if this place is still around when they are teenagers.
But I've also grown. I was reading back through my archives (yes I have been bored out of my mind lately. And no, I have no life.) and I couldn't believe how different those first posts were. I don't feel like I've changed all that much. But when I look back there, it amazes me. My writing if nothing else has improved tenfold. I speak in coherent sentences! And it isn't all about my brother and his football games! And I (sort of) have a life now! Gawd, I look at what I wrote way back in the day and I sound like a sixteen year old (OMG! Can U B-leve it? UR So dum!). So I guess this whole blogging thing really can be theraputic. Plus it's fun to go back and read about the time that my daughter used the toilet as a sink and washed her hair.
So I might try out some redesigns over the next couple of weeks. Or I might not since I'm still way too selfconscious about things.
One of these days I'll need to embrace my full geekdom and learn how to do HTML
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