Now I know why I blog. People often ask me that tedious question, "What made you start a blog?" and the even more dreaded one, "Why do you write about the things that you do?" because uh, yeah...I've shared too much in the past...and now I know the answer.

I write for myself. I like to keep a living record of what mistakes, fun, excitement, heartbreak, heart excitement has occurred in my life on a day to day basis and...

I write to make connections with other people who are awesome and I would've never had the opportunity to make contact with. It's not just her, it's all of you. Blogging is something fierce, to quote Tyra Banks...well Tyra was talking about some anorexic, ugly model, but you know what I mean...right??

Now don't get all teary eyed, I've had more than my share of glasses of wine.
Yes, wine. My, my, my...a husband in my bed (snoring like a freight train after the worst commute ever...he didn't get home until after 8:30!!!) and a glass of wine in my hand--things sure have changed--for the better.

But some things stay the same--he came home and I told him to take his pants off because I missed him. He misunderstood which "him" I was referring to, I think.