I've been doing some thinking lately about what a terrible blogger I am. Don't get me wrong, I have no aspirations to be a blogger to anyone but friends and family about our little simple life. But even that I'm pretty bad at. At best I pop in once a month, upload a bunch of pictures, and call it good. My sister and sisters-in-law are all thoughtful and articulate and relatively consistent with their postings. Me...not so much. I use lots of excuses with myself. And yes, the whole "Mom of four kids at two different schools, Primary President, landlord, (etc, etc)" thing is a lot, it's not like it's really THAT much more than anyone else. I'm sure I deal with much less than a lot of people. It's all about priorities. And since we live forever and a day from most of the family, I feel like maybe I should bump this whole blogging/keeping up with the grandparents thing further up the list. I'll just put off the ironing for another day. Ha! Ok, let's be honest, poor Michael is lucky if I get his stuff ironed twice a month. If we lived closer and saw family more, I'd probably be planning on ditching blogging altogether, but we don't, so I'm not.
So I guess this just means that just maybe you'll see a little more of us on here. But for now you'll have to be happy with pics from 3 1/2 years ago because our main computer is at the Apple doctor and I don't have much on this ancient laptop. This post has been quite exciting to carry out without a well-functioning G, H, V or B on the keyboard. :)
I'll be back once we have a well-working computer again. And although I can't promise that I'll be thoughtful, articulate or consistent, hopefully I'll do a little better. :)
