Thursday, September 07, 2006

Blog Beginnings

Okay, so I've been thinking about doing this blogging thing for a while now. First my brother started a cool blog...then another couple of friends started blogging...not to mention our friend Jake's dad started his own blog too. If my dad's generation is blogging, shouldn't I be blogging as well, I mean really? My mom got me a journal for my birthday that I can't seem to find the time to use...so maybe I can get the same benefits of journaling by blogging instead? Not that my life is that interesting or exciting...but maybe it would be a good way to keep family and friends informed about what's going on in our household? Maybe it would be a good way to document the important milestones and activities of our lives? I mean really, when we get to be 80, we want to be able to remember these younger years of our lives in detail, don't we?

As I've been pondering these important questions over the last few days, I've been contemplating what I would call my blog if I started one. I had lots of ideas--but none that really stood out from the others. Then today, I logged onto a friend's blog to post a comment. I had created a username/account over a year ago in order to leave a comment on my brother's blog, but hadn't given the account a second thought since that time. Well, low and behold (I know--that's totally something my mom would say), when I logged onto my account this morning, there was my blog--already created and named. Apparently, I had the brilliant idea to start blogging last summer and just forgot about it! Since my blog was already created, ready and waiting for me, I've decided I'll just stick with it. Luce Chatter. That's it. Welcome. :)


2 comments:

CWL said...

I like your style and color choices!

Mom said...

I am sorry that I haven't responded in your blog sooner. Unfortunately, today is a hard day and tomorrow will be harder...I can't imagine the pain you are feeling today. "The boys" are family and we all have loved them. It is so hard to accept the sudden death of Steeler. There was always something about him that made me think of a "wise old man". I will forever think of him sitting down the hall just observing the rest of us. He had a kind and gentle spirit about him and his presence brought peace. We will miss him so much and it hasn't really sunk in yet. I've cried today and have to wonder why as well. The fact that he had cancer was just gut wrenching. What a vicious disease it is. C cried the moment I told him that Steelie was gone. My heart is with you and Chad. Love to both.