Worst Blogger Ever.

I could possibly be the worst blogger ever.  I have all these little things that happen or random thoughts that I want to talk about but never want to write down.  I would probably be a much better radio or talk show host, because, as my husband will tell you, I can talk about anything for any amount of time without needing any input or guidance.  Even if I don't necessarily know what I am talking about...I will still talk.  If that means making things up, so be it.

I have this innate ability to drive my husband crazy by arguing with him.  And I know everyone argues with their significant others every once in a while, but I will argue with mine even if I agree with him.  Seriously.  He will be making a point that I totally agree with but I will say something for no other reason that to challenge his perspective.  This has yet to work out well for me, but I am still unable to resist the opportunity to push his buttons a little.  Don't feel too sorry for him though.  He knows all my buttons will push them until I start flashing like some sort of computer game.

Tangents are my favorite course of direction.  That's another reason why talking is easier than writing.  I can't look back over a conversation, get irritated that it makes no sense, and then go back and change it...100 times.  Once its done, its done.  Is it always done right?  Of course not.  But it doesn't bother me when I hear craziness.  It bothers me when I try to read it.  Each of my blogs went through a minimum of two drafts before being posted.  I swear.  The sentence that you should be reading right now was erased three times and now omitted completely because I couldn't get it our correctly.

My honeymoon recaps...they are still coming.  I just have this particular way that I want to present them. Funny thing is, eventually I will give up and slap them on here.  Then I will go in and periodically update them, because they are presented the way I wanted or simply because my mood changed and I just want to change them.

I might really need to be medicated.  I promise that if everything that went through my head came out of my mouth, I would immediately be committed for observation.  If everything that came out of my mouth went down on paper, it would be one hell of a story.