Blogging shmogging . . .

So I am a dead beat blogger. Serioulsy, if my blog required food and water to stay alive it would be pushing up daisies and I would be writing a eulogy. I am so neglectful. Sorry blog.

But really, when do I have time? Late at night when no one is around and the rest of the world dreams of twirling through tulip fields and dancing on ladybug pincushions? I am a night crawler . . .

So for all of my friends who are much more committed bloggers, here is my life of lately . . .

I occupy my time being a wife/lover, mama dog, kickboxer, spinning freak, breakfast maker, real estate deal-maker, title company annoyer, marketer, worship leader, creative brainstormer, teen band leader, U2 analyzer, hair-doer, voice lesson teacher, chinese laundry woman (don't ask), mirror-breaker, gardener, short-order cook (for Josh), chef (for me!), Woodson walker, neighbor chatter, pre-cancerous cervix cell biopsy hater, gunslinger, fervent petitioner, one.org campaigner, closet-cleaner, granholm-despiser, badrap.org lover, charity event singer, christmas service planner, document writer, bad new car buyer, lack of sleeper . . .
Yeah, that's it in a "blogshell" . . .