Listen, I tried to be Wonder Blogger Girl. I really did. For awhile there, I was posting three (THREE!) times a week, which easily shattered any previous record ever set here. And I enjoyed it because I like you people and I like hearing from you.
Turns out, however, thrice weekly was too much. I’m sure you were tired of my musings and I was running out of time to, say, read books or keep current on international affairs. Also, I MUST clean the upstairs bathrooms. This whole balance between living and working continues to be a work in progress. Can I get an amen? Anyone else out there struggling with raising a family, cultivating a marriage, working every now and then, and remembering to play?
I’m still going to hang out here once a week and I sure as heck hope you’ll join me. Shall we plan on Thursdays? Thursdays sound good. It’s a date, then. I might even wear lip gloss, I’m so motivated.
So thrice-weekly blogging will need to go the way of the dinosaurs, Lee Press-On Nails, and low-rise jeans. I don’t actually know if low-rise jeans are out for the general populace, but they certainly are for me. Things have happened in my low-rise region that produced three lovely children and an extra accessory for my midriff.
Leann Morgan says it best. I love this clip.
Tuck in those purses and see you next week. I’ll be the one with the armpit jeans.