How I Came To Blogging

So, last week I posted a comment on a blog I enjoy a lot (Pureland Mountain) and Tabor asked who I was and why I didn't have a blogsite. I got to thinking about that. Why didn't I? My daughter does. My son-in-law does. Several friends do. I'll bet I know people with blogs and I don't even know they have blogs. It certainly looked like a fun thing to do.

Besides, do you know what it means when I say I live with two cats? It means that I don't have a captive audience (who understands English) to tell all my adventures and thoughts and the minutiae of my life to. I have friends, but surely once in a while one of them would like to talk! It can't always be all about me. And yet, I have so much to share! I like hearing what is happening with them, but I am left feeling that no one really knows everything that is happening with me. And it is so interesting, surely they should! Surely they don't want to be left out!

And the thing you have to know about me is that I was once the ultimate oney-oney (only child). I was the oldest child of two oldest children. I was the first child, grandchild, great-grandchild, niece in the family. They hung on my every word. They thought I farted attar of roses! I recited nursery rhymes and counted and they thought me brilliant! It only lasted for five years, but it gave me an appetite for it. I love being the center of attention. I can get up in front of crowds and talk about anything and never get flustered. And I never took up acting because my own words are so worthy that it seemed a waste to recite someone else's.

And since I was born on the birthday of Shakespeare and Shirley Temple, the stars may have made me this way (says the skeptic who doesn't believe in astrology but who did say she contradicts herself).