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1. Limit :: $7000
2. Voice :: over
3. Change :: diapers (grrr)
4. Expression :: smile
5. Tailor :: made
6. Lemonade :: raspberry mmmmm
7. Thought :: provoking
8. Phoebe :: mike’s parent’s dog
9. Impression :: that i get
10. Sister :: mary clarence

there is always time for unconscious mutterings even if it means being late for work.

I like blogging. I am always writing, even if it appears that I have not updated my blog in months. I love being able to look back at entries over the past four (!) years, taking a stroll down memory lane. The painful entries remind me of how far I’ve come and how much I have grown up. The funny (at least to me) stories of my many adventures remind me of the good times and the awesome people that I have in my life. It also serves a recordkeeping purpose as I am a bad mother whose scrapbook is years behind. “When did parker start walking? I don’t know but I blogged about it so i will look it up!”

I also enjoy reading other people’s blogs. Sometimes I live through them since my own life is traditionally boring and other times, I have similiar feelings as they do about random crap. It is not rare at all for me to say something as dorky as “OH MY GOD. MANDY…ROLLER DERBY! WOW!” or thinking that some chick in toronto and I may be kindred spirits despite her being my baby’s daddy’s wife’s best friend. Of course, people seldom know what I am talking about but generally, I am used to that anyway.

Now is the time that the internet asks, “Laura, dear, if you love blogging so much, why aren’t you doing it?”

As much as I love blogging, I am a thirty year old woman who suffers from crippling low self-esteem and often makes rash decisions. I think this makes me more endearing..or something. A simple comment from a friend of a pseudoboyfriend (also known as a guy I had met once at the time) is enough to make me take down my entire blog and archives because he may be making fun of me. Knowing that some woman in korea who I think is better than me may come across my flickr and see my dorky pictures was enough to make me friends and family the entire photostream. My brain works in mysterious ways, folks. Deep down, I know that I shouldn’t care about what relative strangers think of me but I do. Unfortunately, I’m crazy, but at least it makes life interesting.

So I guess this means, I am back. I will work on putting the archives back up and publishing my never seen before journals from my hiatus. I will be protecting the more “sensitive” entries with a six letter word for ectasy because I have a super-private “boyfriend” who might cut me off if he reads something he doesn’t like. For days, I have been thinking about what my first post would be about, but not so surprisingly, I have nothing profound to say. I almost feel like I should drop some exciting bombshell like I am transgendered or pregnant or….I don’t know, joining the army because sharing about the big wad of my hair that I pulled out of the bathtub drain this evening does not seem like a reason to start blogging again.

I guess I’m just the same old Laura, crazy and dorky and boring the world with stories of….whatever. :)