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Now, how did THIS happen?

I've been repeatedly pestered by folks to start a blog.

A what?

A Blog?!

What the heck? (this portrays my helplessly antiquated notions of technology, I thought blog was initially a made up word. Like fax. Yes, I'm hanging my head in shame)

So, here I am, having navigated the inital waters of cyberspace.

My life is remarkable, and unremarkable all at the same time. What with children, a husband, a demon beast of a dog, and a burgeoning academic professorship, I've got ALOT on my plate. And plenty of "front lines" to speak from.

My basic philosophy, borrowed from someone much cleverer than I, is "If you can't be a inspiring example, be a terrible warning". I've been both, I'm afraid.

And, so, perhaps have you.

Comments

Cali said…
Allright!! Now others will have the pleasure of reading about your escapades!

Great start! Can't wait to read more!

Luv ya!
Cali
xoxoxo
9:25 AM
Jenny said…
Jewels dahling your blog looks beautiful and very pink. Your dog IS a demon beast. You didn't mention that your children are beautiful, but they are. And because I am a word junkie, I must tell you that fax isn't a made up word either. It is short for facsimile. "Blog", I learned last week, originated in April 1999 when a programmer named Peter Merholz shorted "Web log" to "Blog." (http://www.nymag.com/news/media/15971/index.html)
The first blog started in 1994. Is that more than you wanted to know? Yeah, I figured. But can you believe the word has been around that long? I guess if I was on top of current trends I could have started a blog while I was in my 30s, instead of today when I created one just so I could comment on yours!
3:40 PM
Jewels said…
Jenny,

You keep me on the strait and narrow. Sometimes straiter and more narrow than I would like, but *shrug*, I will forgive you your tendency at word nerdom and thank you for your education.
6:21 PM
CrackerLilo said…
Welcome to your newest addiction!!! :-) Lots of people have blogged without letting the fact that they have nothing to say stop them...you won't have that problem. Great intro, and you went with Queenly pank, too!
11:56 PM
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