join 'em

You know how it goes. There are the pioneers and explorers and then there's everyone else, bandwagon jumpers, followers, copy cats, sheep.
Baaaaa.

I'm sure some grumpy old person will bemoan the loss of conversation skills, correct grammar or lack of serious content to the posted word. But you know what, before I started reading the blogs posted by my family I knew very little about them. This is because I didn't write to them or call them. I used to wait until Mum or Granny had spoken to or got a letter from an aunt to find out what the cousins were doing. I thought if I enjoy reading about Ari's wedding plans or Jesse's regular posts in the middle of the night there is a chance you might like to read about me. I had previously thought that blogging was the domain of the angst ridden teenagers to post their angst ridden poetry or bully and bitch about class mates. Now that I've seen all my cousins and aunts blogs (not an angst ridden teenager or bully among them) I now realize the the truth. Blogging is for the hard working woman who doesn't get out (except to go do paid work) to see her friends or make new ones because there's always one child sleeping/sick/hungry/too naughty to take out in polite society.

So I joined them.