It’s funny that I still keep this blog because it’s obvious I’m the worst blogger ever. I mean I love posting photos to share (I like sharing things I enjoy with complete strangers), but most of the time I’m barely keeping my head above water since I am drowning with these oh-so-fun adult responsibilities. Now if you want fluff, don’t read my blog. There’s some fluffiness going on here and there, but I am a Jersey girl at heart (that should speak for itself).
In case anyone actually reads is, what have I been doing? Well besides molding young minds during the day, I now have a nine and six-year-old. They are mostly pretty awesome, mostly because well, they are children and have the tendency to throw the occasional tantrum (or sometimes more then occasional). What I have realized is that I have very little time to do anything besides work, take care of children, and exercise. Which leads to the conclusion that I have very few close friends because either they think I am too busy, I am too busy, they are too busy, they pretend they are too busy, they are too busy for me, or I might just suck. Most likely it is probably a little bit of all of the above.
Nonetheless I spend my time mostly grading papers, planning lessons, making lunches for my kids and doing all that mom stuff, and sometimes the occasional knitting and sewing. I even find the rear moment to squeeze in that thing we call reading. I would say life is not grand but it just is. Pretty much the same old thing everybody else does. I’m nothing special over here but I enjoyed meeting pretty things so I just would like to share them with you (the complete stranger).
In this past year I have had both of my grandmothers pass away, with one at the age of 92. It still makes me sad when I think about them especially my father’s mother because we were so close. However she lived a great life and things move on. In any event, I think this blog isn’t just about me trying to share the things I may go of my life but hopefully anyone who reads this knows that life is not perfect nor do I plan on depicting it as such (which many blogs do, as well as Facebook posts). I enjoy honesty whether it be polite or crude, but it is reality.
That’s pretty much it. There’s nothing really special, or even that interesting about me or my life, but hey why not? Why not keep on with the blog even if I only write once a year? Perhaps some random strangerreads this and says, “Hey, I feel the same way,” and then perhaps the person won’t feel so alone. What I notice is how many Facebook posts or blogs out there about people talking how they feel so sad and so alone yet they have 400+ “friends” on Facebook. Besides the fact that there is a lot of research out now saying how much the Internet and use of social media is changing the way that our brains are being wired. For me I worry about that and what our society will become from my children one day, well even for me. It’s like almost as if people forgot how to connect to one another. I hear a lot of parents complain the kids are being bullied or excluded yet they do the same thing themselves to other adults. It would be good to think that we could change that somehow by modeling our actions better for our children. So long story short, we have reverted back to the 1950s or everybody was pretty and perfect yet miserable on the inside however, we are pretty and perfect on the Internet.
In conclusion, for this post at least, why don’t you go make a real phone call? Actually talk to someone on the phone instead of texting them or emailing them, or even posting a comment via Facebook or Instagram. In the meantime here are all the pretty things that I like to make.