jumping on the blogwagon

Okay, so it appears I've started a blog -- me and everyone else and their grandma. Why did I start one?
a. I don't expect to keep it going very long. (That's right, set those expectations low and you, too, can lead a life of pleasant surprises when things turn out okay.)
b. I don't expect anyone besides the husband to read it -- and he'll only read it when he's bored at work.
c. I don't have a very interesting life that makes for good writing fodder.
d. It's not like I have surplus of time to kill.

I guess I decided to do this because I always thought it would be cool to keep a little journal of little e's milestones and funny things that he does. Cause man, the kid does some funny shit. And with a memory like mine, I'll be lucky if I remember what he does past tomorrow. Then there's the fact that I'm not really the scrapbook-making, journal-keeping kind and this is a great work procrastination device (like I need one).

So here I go. Look at me, I'm a blogger. And these here are my blogging rules:

1. Don't talk about the blog. (You know, it's like the minute after you tell people you're on a diet when you find your face in a big-ass bag full of Doritos.)
2. Don't delve too deeply into private life. Sure there are bloggers out there who do that with finnesse -- and that's why they have lots of readers. I don't want to reveal too much about myself in the event that I ever have a reader. I'm a woman of mystery.
3. Don't stress too much about writing. I want this to be fun, not a writing assignment that invites critique.

That's all I have for now. Now back to work.