I'm an Ostrich

  

Ms. Nobody Care: "Why haven't you been posting lately TRS?"

TRS: "Well, I have been hiding my head in the sand so I do not have deal with all the stuff that is going on."

Mr. Ex-Reader: "Isn't that the point of a blog?  To tell people who don't know you all your problems and thoughts and feelings?"

TRS: "Yes, old friend, you would think so.  But I can not do it.  Half of the things that are going on are so up in the air that it isn't worth mentioning because it will probably not happen and the other half scares the pants off of me (which we've dealt with (controversially for me) here). And when I get scared, I hide.  Another reason I don't want to post is because I am not sure if anyone reading would be too close or would know people that I am dealing with (friends, family, inlaws) and be offended that I aired out my grief to the world.  It is one reason I never put something on the internet about my parents or Kdubs or brothers when we are fighting (which happens) because eventually you make up and things are forgotten...except when it is read by the masses (all two of you). 

Mrs. Lone Reader: "But I want to know these things or at least have updates on Cdubs?!?"

TRS: "My big problem is that I am a go-big-or-go-home kind of person.  And I have not been able to go-big on this blog. I haven't done the redesign I wanted to because I have lost access to my software (AHEM, Kdubs stealing my old computer to Austria--and I'm too lazy/busy when he is home to do it).  I have so many projects that I want to do that I get overwhelmed and do nothing.  And then I get upset and bury my head in the sand.  Like I said, 'I AM AN OSTRICH.'"

But here, I am challenging myself for the month of Feb. (a small month) to post 5 days of the week.  Doesn't have to be mind blowing, but it needs to be SOMETHING.

So I am sticking my head out of the sand, cleaning out my ears, and stretching my fingers...