Lame-a-zoid.

Long time, no blog. I've had plenty of blogging ideas floating in my head. For instance, I have about eighty pictures of food on my camera. Luscious food waiting to be shared with you all (through sub-par photography, that is). I've had many humorous dreams. Jack continues to dazzle me every day (when he isn't making me tense). And I've done many glamourous things that would make every single one of you jealous (not). 

Truth is, I'm busy. Wait, I already made that excuse. Here's a better one: My time spent on the computer is inversely proportional to my level of happiness. 

Did you catch that? In other words you should be grateful I'm not blogging, because that means I'm out of my winter slump (see November through the first half of February).  Another reason is that I could never shake the feelings of guilt whenever I spent time updating the blog. It meant that Jack was either watching a movie or asleep in bed while my better half was patiently waiting for me to engage him in meaningful conversation (which I'm quite good at--when I'm not blogging). 

Really, when it comes down to it, blogging is a selfish pursuit. At least my blog has been a selfish pursuit. I fear that it turned into exactly what I didn't want it to turn in to--something that consumed too much time, too many of my thoughts, and didn't contain much more than selfish ramblings.

I'm not shutting down the blog. But I am choosing to refocus. I want this to be more focused on my family. They are truly the best part of my life. Since the best part of my life is likely boring to you, I don't expect many of you to stick around. 

And now I need to pay attention to my son. He is crying because he's tangled up in his underpants.  No idea how he managed that one.