Publishing A Whiny Post, Even Though I Know Better

I'm out of blogging practice. Obviously,blogging is like any other hobby. If you do it often, you find your groove and rhythm and it seems to come easily. At least it does for me. If you don't do it regularly...it can be difficult and frustrating to start again.

While going four (gasp!) days without posting and coming up with this subject might seem a wee bit melodramatic to some, it's actually been over a month since I've written a "normal" post. No catch-ups...no travelogues, no book reviews...but the funnies and the furies of the day to day stuff.

These last few days, the funnies and the furies have happened like they always do (like me shopping in fugly mom snow boots with my pants tucked in and realizing there are lines that I have stepped over. THAT would have been a great post.) but the time, the words, the energy and desire just wasn't there. Last night was our ward Christmas party and I spent ALL day running around for it and the event came and went without me taking a single picture. I came home and simply didn't want to blog about it (although...right now...I am holding myself back from describing the most excellent Bob Seger-like rendition of O Holy Night I unwittingly asked someone to perform).

I met another blogger (Becky K) who was very nice and friendly, and attended a Music Makers class that Melanie does and didn't post about it.

These are the only pictures I've taken all week. Sammy had a great time, but Henry needs to practice transitioning between music props. He was a terror. But, Melanie claims that she wants us to return.

Melanie did such a great job. Can you believe she does this for free?

Last night, I outted myself as a fan of Rocky IV when it came on TV and I felt irritated when Jay turned the channel. Right when Adrian yelled "You Can't Win!" and he drove off and there was this awesome montage of clips from all the past Rocky movies with "There's No Easy Way Out" blazing in the background while he drove around Philly. I missed the awesome Siberia training scenes. The upside down sit-ups in the hay loft. Pulling Pauly on the sled. The classic "I will break you" threat from the Russian. The Russians cheering for Rocky and the Gorbachev look alike looking steamed about it (O.K. Maybe I did not need to see it again after all).

These are things I like to blog about. These details...they keep me away from the "and then I did this..." format, but I can't write like that when I've got fugly boots competing with Bob Seger in my brain. I can't choose or ignore and, finally, I give up and write nothing. After these last few days, I've started to wonder if my blog is going to go the way of my scrapbooking hobby of yesteryear. Closets full of cardstock, shrunk-wrapped and empty books, and a tote whose wheels are certainly squeaky from non-use by now. A blog in coma.

The thing is...I like this hobby. First of all, it's got to be cleanest and cheapest hobby in the world. No mess and all it costs is whatever you pay for internet! Secondly, I know there are some of you who get together to craft and create, so, perhaps this doesn't apply to you, but I can't think of anything as friendship-producing as blogging since the old quilting bee days. We come, we write, we comment. All thimble free too!

And lastly, I like it. A lot. It brings me joy.

There are drawbacks. It takes time. I can't think of a hobby that doesn't. The blogging hobby seems to expand as you get more into it. More to read. More to comment. More to write to stay connected. Time, time and time. Bloggers know this truth...if you don't write often, then people stop "visiting" very often. If you don't comment on others' blogs often...people don't comment on your blog often. Comments aren't the end all/be all of blogging, but they sure are nice. It's sort of like the carrot at the end of the publish button.

It takes thought. But, for me, that's a perk and not a drawback. Usually. Except on a night like tonight. What am I trying to say????

I don't know. I'm blogging tonight. And it's harder than it should be. And I'm not all that good with "hard".