I hate you blogger

My last blog got deleted. Now you just have to wonder what it is I wrote... Here's a hint, it was called, "sorting it all out"

WORK

Wow, I feel like I never get to write anymore... It's amazing how much time a new job can take up.

Here is a thought I haven't had a chance to fully explore:

Morning bed silliness. I love it and am a full participant in being as silly as possible. Why is this such an intimate portrait of a relationship?

My words and smile are so easy now

So, as "you" may have noticed, I have all of one comment anywhere on this blog.

It's interesting. I mean, I guess I thought that people would be so much more open and talkative on a blog, you know, I thought that people might notice.

Now I realize that this is one amongst many. There are family blogs with updates of children, travel blogs with photos of exotic places, and many blogs about things. It's these blogs about things that I think are the most interesting. I mean, are we really so inundated with materialism that we need to blog about our favorite perfume or dress?

I wonder why I thought that blogging had something to do about the person, the individual, the human being.