If I had more programming skills (well, let's be honest... if I had ANY programming skills...) I would do one of those Star Wars scrolling things that tells the story of my blogging past.
A crummy blogging past.
There was my paleolithic woman blog, where I documented the few months that I was a hard core paleo-eater, and also spent every spare cent I had at Whole Foods.
There was some lofty "ideas" blog I tried to start at one point, only to realize I'm really not that profound. And I like to watch Desperate Housewives at night instead of reading some ancient philosopher, which is awesome, but doesn't give me a lot of good profound "ideas" to write about.
But after (finally) graduating from college and working way too many hours at a consulting firm for the past year and a half, I've found myself at home with our one year old. And a nice home at that - we *finally* have a dishwasher and an in-unit washer/dryer (essential for the cloth diapering nutso I've become) so I find myself having spare time during the day.
Specifically during naptime.
There's only so many searches I can do for ways to cook chicken or how to grow basil without killing it (which I'm fairly good at - killing it - but I'm trying. Really trying.) And the husband is overwhelmed when I don't deposit these thoughts elsewhere during the day and bombard him with a million words a second when he walks through the door at night.
So I embark on another blog journey today, hoping that I can make this one a little less crummy than the blogs-of-Sarah-past.
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