Seperation Anxiety

Having guest bloggers was great and cool, a nice little kick-back from this ever growing journal of mine, but I would be lying if I said I didn't miss it. In fact, I sort of felt like a toddler who had the biggest, bestest, new bike on the block and I was letting the neighbor kids give it a whirl. My blog. Mine!

I kept a diary as a kid for maybe a couple weeks but kicked the habit after my sisters found it and tormented me over it. I was über-embarassed I remember, though I couldn't say over what. Having someone read my thoughts was just invasive, I suppose. So here I am blogging my way though six-months of my life and I ask myself, why do I blog? Where's the difference?

Aside from the glaring reasoning of keeping friends and family updated I would say I blog for me. It's relaxing and looking at my desk covered in notes of jots and squiggle of blog ideas I'm starting to depend on it for just a little bit of me time. It's my memories that I would like to share. The real stuff.

Coming to the conclusion that real life memories aren't just made up of the perfect little picket fence pictures of a smiling family isn't hard. Has anyone even gotten together for a family photo recently? It's yelling and shoving and running into the cold and freezing wind while posing on a tractor to get that shot to hang in the living room so you can show off what a gorgeous family you can make. Those are the pictures you look at and see, 'Smile, damnit! We're a happy family!!'

OR you might see this.

I call it : reality

This is why I blog. Because this was after we had just lost Grandma at a shopping center, Jared couldn't get ahold of his Army buddy, Bobbi had just ridden a freakin' lion, and quite frankly I believe Rita and I were sick of each other and Bobbi's rolled-up jeans. So I hugged her the biggest little-sister hug I could and nuzzled her with my face in the most ironic 'I wuv yew, Reedah!' hug I could summon.
( Side story though, Mom wanted to snap this picture but had to pose it three times before it was right. That's life, baby!)

I blog because reality is taking Jared to the Wilhelma Zoo and getting caught in the giraffe house while it hailed outside for almost two hours entertaining ourselves by watching a three-year-old lick the hand rail up and down. ...And back up again.

I blog because I don't want to forget about how Sonja had Granpa convinced for twenty seconds that there are bears in Germany. Yes, the infamous 'Teddy bears'. I heard they can rip a Grizzly in two!

Because McSundays and BigKing Saturdays need to be remembered along with pointing at a wall mimicking a pinpad saying, 'Beep boop boop beep beep.' in order to keep Grandpa thinking your buying tickets for the train. Because Dick towers are funny and sometimes when you want to learn a new language you just make up your own. Die schmümste derphf eine 'meima Stchall! 'Du bist das beste Pferd im Stall.'

Because everyone has a story to tell...
Mine just might be a little more hectic than others.