June 30, 2007

  • The other day my co-worker announced, "I think those people who blog about their lives should die". Wow - harsh!  It was a common view in the office that no one should spend time posting up the minute details of their lives in cyperspace for all the world to see.  Of course I did not volunteer the information that I kept a blog. Not because I'm ashamed that I do keep oneg but because I know that my co-workers would then demand to see mine.  Um no.  They are already nosey enough about my life. I don't need them to get any more up my business.  Anyway, the conversation went on to include people to send out Christmas letters.  "I think people who send out Christmas letters should die."  Well, I don't think anyone should die. But I think there is a distinct difference between the two.  I am not subjecting anyone to read my blog. I have told about 5 friends in total that I have a blog.  But by sending me a Christmas letter in the mail, I do the courteous thing and read it even though I don't really want to.  But people don't generally mail me links to their blogs.  I seek them out myself and it's my choice if I want to 'waste' my time reading them. 

    I've start to blog about the books that I'm reading just because I have a bad memory and these entries will help jog my memory about the storylines.  Why do I feel the need to post publicly?  I don't know?? It is fun??

    And since I do have a terrible memory, I need to record it here that the weather this summer has SUCKED.  SUCKED DONKEY'S BALLS.  May and June have been cold and rainy.  Torrential down pours. Flooding. People are still wearing boots and scarves.  It was warmer in April which has been our one good month this year.  Please please please July be better or else I'll be ready to shoot myself by August.