In the dark...

We have, in our possession, the sharpest toy ever made. Joe and I have both stepped on this sucker in the dark on the way to the girls' rooms at least a handful of times each. It hurts. It hurts so bad that you want to scream out some Gaelic expression that Jamie Fraser would be proud of. It just happens to be a blue footed boobie bird. If you ever come across one of these little plastic birds, run for your life! Your feet will thank you! Here's a picture of the boobie...

I have been pondering my blogging over the last few days and I have come to the conclusion that it's extremely self indulgent. (Kind of like the Twilight books.) I put stuff on here that I suppose I want all of "you" to see. Is it the real me? (Have I been digging too deep into psychology in my study of Hamlet? Perhaps.) But really, it's self indulgent. There's no getting around it. Then, like Bella, I decided that it just didn't matter. My blog is my own creation and it can be whatever I want it to be. Things of that nature are rare, as an adult. I guess I just want to vent my feelings about this. Blogging doesn't have to be about my kids, it doesn't have to be about anything, really...just me. A blank canvas on which to project some semblance of self. Myself.