In April of 2005 I wrote my first blog entry. It featured a picture of me- chubby and in France. Little did I know then that over the next five hundred and sixty nine entries, I would use this blog as a place to alternately blow off steam/share my triumphs about weight loss. Later it became a place where I would connect with other exercise enthusiasts/runners. Mixed in between were the occasional ruminations about travel. However, over the last 7-8 months, I've come to realize that I am no longer quite so chubby, an exercise enthusiast, a runner or a traveler. I've become a stay-at-a-home mom with not much going on...and while it's always fun to post new pictures of Ryan, well- it's just not quite the same. So I've decided that I should stop blogging. I also want to do this because I'm transfixed by the idea that the less I'm online, the more I'll do offline. You know- seizing the day...smelling the roses...counting my chickens before they've hatched like water under the bridge with two birds in one hand. The only thing that stopped me from doing this months ago is that everytime I announce to Roy that it's going to be my last entry, he insists that plenty of people rely on it to see Ryan updates and guilts me into continuing. But he's an a**hole, so screw him. I'm done.
Just kidding! He's actually laying the pressure on deep right now, even insisting that he will take over the blog if I quit it, which in all likelihood- means that he will post a picture once every three years. And they'll probably be of his buttcrack sitting on the xerox machine. Just kidding again. He would be great. He would be even better since he's a lot funnier. He also works in the mental ward of a hospital so he'd have plen-ty of good stories to tell (that usually involve urine, feces, cursing and Jesus Christ, you know, the staples of mental health).
But back to the business of blogging. I used to say I wrote it for myself, and while that was largely true, it wasn't entirely. Because if the only person who reads this is great Aunt Edna in Iowa who only logs on twice a year, I'd feel awfully silly spending so much time on it. And the reality of my situation is that I also write in a personal journal, a baby journal for Ryan and have recently started Facebooking (although I'm already very tempted to give that up too due to a lack of time). So I definitely feel like I spend a lot more time online than I should, and if no one is really reading this other than my parents- well...I would like to stop.
But here's the thing (and I swear this isn't a pathetic, contrived attempt to find out who reads the blog), if you do read this regularly, please shoot me a comment and let me know. If there is a decent amount of people who don't mind continuing to see another 400 pictures of Ryan, I'd be happy to continue it for our family and friends (new and old).
Otherwise, I cannot thank you enough for the love, the laughs, the support and the encouragement over the past few years. I'm a changed woman, in large part because of this blog. I do hope that I can find the individual motivation independent of the blog to continue to do the things that once seemed impossible to me.
Much Aloha,
-J
Just kidding! He's actually laying the pressure on deep right now, even insisting that he will take over the blog if I quit it, which in all likelihood- means that he will post a picture once every three years. And they'll probably be of his buttcrack sitting on the xerox machine. Just kidding again. He would be great. He would be even better since he's a lot funnier. He also works in the mental ward of a hospital so he'd have plen-ty of good stories to tell (that usually involve urine, feces, cursing and Jesus Christ, you know, the staples of mental health).
But back to the business of blogging. I used to say I wrote it for myself, and while that was largely true, it wasn't entirely. Because if the only person who reads this is great Aunt Edna in Iowa who only logs on twice a year, I'd feel awfully silly spending so much time on it. And the reality of my situation is that I also write in a personal journal, a baby journal for Ryan and have recently started Facebooking (although I'm already very tempted to give that up too due to a lack of time). So I definitely feel like I spend a lot more time online than I should, and if no one is really reading this other than my parents- well...I would like to stop.
But here's the thing (and I swear this isn't a pathetic, contrived attempt to find out who reads the blog), if you do read this regularly, please shoot me a comment and let me know. If there is a decent amount of people who don't mind continuing to see another 400 pictures of Ryan, I'd be happy to continue it for our family and friends (new and old).
Otherwise, I cannot thank you enough for the love, the laughs, the support and the encouragement over the past few years. I'm a changed woman, in large part because of this blog. I do hope that I can find the individual motivation independent of the blog to continue to do the things that once seemed impossible to me.
Much Aloha,
-J
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Today was Ryan's first trip to the beach (the Four Seasons had a fake beach). However, it wasn't our best excursion. As we were walking to the beach (we were probably 25 yards from the shore), Ryan fell asleep! I know! Totally ungrateful, right? So we sat around and swatted flies for about 30 minutes waiting for him to wake up. In the meantime, the sun started to go down, so the water was FREEZING!!! Poor Ryan only played in the water for about 2-3 minutes before we had to take him out. Still, it was enough time to get fine sand ALL over his entire body. At the showers I was shrieking at Roy to rinse his groin off better since I was worried that it would get in his dingleberry and chafe! Roy called me paranoid and said it wasn't possible. Hmpf...we'll just see about that (he better not fall asleep on the beach near me anytime soon).
