And yet, I plug away here at my shy and mostly-hidden-away-in-a-corner blog, trying to get something posted every day. Because here's the thing: I think I like blogging WAY TOO MUCH. I started my String of Pearls about two years ago; and for the longest time, my husband, my middle son, my daughter-in-law, one of my sisters, and one of my sisters-in-law were my only loyal followers--yet I still woke up every morning super pumped to start my day by putting together a blog post that would hopefully make my readers (all five of them!) smile or laugh or have to grab a Kleenex. I had weeks and weeks' worth of ideas stored away in my head for topics I wanted to ramble on about, and I was usually up and at 'em bright and early, sitting at my laptop with a cup of coffee, a smile, and a brain that was firing on all cylinders.
Some things have changed. I'm not getting up as early as I used to. No more setting the alarm so that I can have my blog posted at the crack of oh-dark-thirty. I now even go through periods where I consider shutting down the whole operation, because I sometimes feel like I've said everything I could possibly want to say. But the bottom line is that blogging is too much fun to quit. It keeps me connected to people (both those I actually know in real life, and those who are my special new e-friends). And the writing process, something I've loved all my life, is frustrating at times, but always ultimately fulfilling. Besides, my husband (who tops a list of followers, most of whom are related to me, that has grown steadily--by ones and ones!) would miss me if I went away for good. So here I stay.
Camp Patton (and I may have been the last person on the planet to do so), I ended up going back through her archives and reading most of her old posts. And it's gotten to the point that when I check and she hasn't posted anything new for a couple of days, I feel all let down. (I believe they call this blog stalking.)
There isn't enough time in the day to read all the great blogs I've been introduced to lately, lots of them due to link-ups like this one. Two years ago, I read two blogs only: my daughter-in-law's, and Ree Drummond's Pioneer Woman. Now, I can't even remember the last time I checked out PW (sorry, Ree), and I'm hooked on countless blogs hosted by young Catholic women whose writing is by turns crisp, sassy, witty, informative, laugh-out-loud funny, touching, and profound. Today after I finish this post (which will probably fit into none of the aforementioned categories, unfortunately), I'll most likely spend a good hour checking out all the other bloggers who've left links to their sites. And the great thing is that I won't feel like I've just wasted an hour of my life on junk food for my brain (like I sometimes do when I spend too much time scrolling down my Facebook news feed).
Moxie Wife, the remainder of my "Takes" will also count for:
My number one favorite has to be my better half--my favorite guy, and hands down the best husband in the world. (Sorry, ladies.) He became my boyfriend when I was 15, and he's been my husband for 32 years. He's still my boyfriend.
|My identical twin granddaughters, sporting identical Easter bonnets and identical knee scrapes.|
|Little Gal and Mommy, not long after they got home from the hospital almost two months ago.|
Coffee absolutely has to make the cut on a list of favorites, because I can't really enjoy curling up with a good book if I don't have coffee to sip along with it. And I have to have it every morning, of course. And sometimes in the afternoon. And sometimes with dessert after dinner. And sometimes while my husband and I are watching a movie at night on TV. (Lucky for me, it doesn't keep me awake. I can't tell you how many movies coffee has helped me sleep through.)
I love almost every kind of coffee, with the exception of decaf. I used to think Dunkin' Donuts was Heaven in a stryofoam cup, and I can't believe I'm about to say this...but these days my favorite coffees are stronger ones that are touted as "French Roast." Ever since I tagged along with my airline pilot husband on a trip to Nice in December of 2011, and while there tasted my first ever European-made cafe au lait, I have been trying (without a whole lot of success) to recreate the flavor of that liquid nirvana I had over there in France.
|Perfection: cafe au lait at the Cafe de Paris in Monaco, just next door to the famous Monte Carlo casino. |
(I am such a world traveler.)
Thanks, Hallie, for hosting this link-up! (And by the way, last night one of my sisters-in-law mentioned that the moms' book club at her church had just finished your book Style, Sex, & Substance. And I had just read your blog about a half hour before she texted me that information. It's a small Catholic world we live in!)
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