a disclaimer of sorts...

So Braden and I were chatting the other day about what we're supposed to write on this blog. What qualifies as bloggable? I guess I feel a bit hesitant to spill my guts to an unknown audience of cyber people. I mean the fact that we've even got one of these to our names is something big. It's been months and months of working past the tacky teenage image that blogging conjures up in my head. In my mind I see "bloggers" as being socially inept teenagers (or even worse, 30 something-year-olds) who hang out at home constantly -eating hot-pockets and drinking yoo-hoo's, are passionate about Japanimation and bizzare video games, and use web cams for things other than showing grandchildren to grandparents. These things make me nervous. And sometimes in my mind they even wear shirts that say things like "The voices in my head are talking to me" or "I hear voices and they don't like you". I shudder to think what might be blogged by such an individual. In short, we hope never to enter that realm of blogging or even stumble upon such a place by accident. We have enjoyed seeing friends and familes blogs and see how their lives are changing although we are far apart and lack frequent flyer miles to see anyone. So it is with that intent that we tip-toe into this world of blogging. We are hoping to be better about keeping a family history for ourselves, while also bridging the miles between family and friends by sharing what life is like for us in the deep, dirty south. (I can say that because I have sincere affection for the south. It's been great for my complexion). I feel better now that I have all that out there. Wheeww. Maybe this blogging thing will be good for me after all.