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Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time there was a woman who had a blog. She loved her little blog and dutifully logged on and posted insightful, wonderfully written, post (hmm mmm this is my story quit giggling).

Then her life started to get insanely busy. Then her life got even busier. Then her life was just completely out of control and her little blog died.


It didn't die but the heart rate of the blog slowed so that only a random beep here and there could be found.


Today she finds her life has slowed down and she has time to write on her little blog. However, where does one start? How do you bring a little blog back to full speed?

She does not know.

If you figured out that the she is actually me and the blog is actually this blog you win the prize.

Although, I'm not quite sure what you have won. :)

My admiration!

My goal... (oh boy writing your goal means you actually have a plan. I do not have a plan so maybe I should just skip the whole, "My goal..." thing)...

Like I said, "My Goal!..." is to actually dig out a little time and return to the land of blogging. If not the land of blogging maybe just the world of journaling. Where I post the happenings of this crazy family.

My eldest son tells me that wont do any good because we don't do anything. I suppose I can consider that a challenge. Prove to him that WE do Do Some Things!

So see between my... umm... goal and my son's challenge this blog has the possibility of being brought back to full steam.

Well, one can at least try.

Yes, by one I mean me!

Have a fabulous Sunday.


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