Jul 16, 2007
Blog, Interrupted
Yes, this is my third go at a blog. Actually, my fourth.
Last year on a diss-writing-procrastinating-but-I-want-to-feel-productive-and-actually-accomplish-
something-tangible-day I decided to blog. So off to blogspot.com I went. I had a very small desire to actually maintain a blog. Mostly I just wanted to see how to create one. So I created one and indicated on the blog that I was going to visit wacky places in my adopted hometown and then write about them. Ya. Like I had time to visit places, much less anything wacky, much less write about them.
So then I finished the diss and was building my consulting business and working on a few other business-related projects. I decided I had the desire and the time to maintain a blog. Soooo, Aaron created one for me, I started posting, and then I was offered a very cool job.
A few months later: We decide to buy a house. So I started the “Zu Hause….at home” blog ’cause wordpress seemed pretty cool and I wanted to document our house-hunting and house-fixing-upping process for our friends and family who live way too many miles/kilometers away.
Sooooo, recently I decided that I should just combine the two blogs because I have little free time to maintain two blogs and, more importantly, I can’t remember the log-in names/passwords and how to edit and all that stuff for two whole blogs.
Sooooooooo, this is it. For now. This is the Thinking-about-travel-all-the-time-but-doing-very-little-of-it-because-we-are-
fixing-up-a-house-and-have-jobs-but-still-love-to-Travel blog.
Well, I think I’ve filled my hyphen quota for the day so I’m off to bed.
P.S. I just published this post…and then couldn’t find it. Turns out I somehow reset the date stamp and the post was filed as “December 23, 1969.” Seems I’ve been blogging since well before I was born. Anyway, I wanted to write this down ’cause it reminded me of a time in a grad school class when someone accidentally…(I’ll finish this later when my eyes are actually open. I know you’re all on the edge of your seat, because “grad school” is such the attention grabber in any story.)
