There's a theory out there, in Behavioural Science, that indicates that twenty one days of repetitive behaviour, and it becomes part of your life. I've really dropped the ball here with my blog. While June was a busy month of windups, wind downs, year ends, soccer, baseball, weddings and grads, truth is I just didn't make time much for my blog, and when I did, I became easily distracted, and would find myself wondering why in the world I would ever consider anything I would post of great import, and I would go outside to play. And sometimes I moped.
But I love my blog, and my little bogging community, so just to make sure this doesn't happen again, I will commit to 21 days of consecutive posts. and absolutely promise I will visit.

God ,I hope my life gets exciting.

I've done a fair number of drafts this month, but, alas; have not been able to bring myself to edit or publish......
what a better way to clean up my act , to serve them up as Friday's leftovers

• The last day of school began as many others did this year, complete chaos, me in my pj's, Java in hand, my disheveled son, rushing out the door,when he hands me a note...... "oh yeah, I'm getting an award today" "Today?..... What award?" "I have no clue..... see ya...." On his way out the door I lecture him, for the millionth time about his lack of organisational skills ,responsibility, and any other thing I can think of before the car door shuts. As he disappears down the driveway, I open the crumpled, juice stained envelope.The letter is a form letter, Dear parent , it reads, "your child has won an award and it will be presented at the award ceremony at 9:30 am tomorrow." It is 8am, and I have full days of worked planned. My husband has a 9 am tee time. We scramble, cause we can, and rearrange our morning. I am half way to the school, when I get a call, "Hey mom, I forgot my text books, and I can't get my report card until they are turned in" "Where are they? I ask" "At home" "Where?" "I have no clue.... see ya" I turn around, return home and find three text books, in various parts of the house, and arrive at the school gym just in time to have to walk in front of the Principal during the opening speech, to the chair my husband has saved for me. After an hour, we are down to the last award, and my son's name has not been called. The principal announces the award is for Outstanding Student, awarded to students who show leadership, citizenship and for being well rounded in academics, sports and fine arts......ya right, I think, and lean over to whisper to my husband..."your son brought home someone else's letter....", just as the principal calls his name. I about fell of my chair. Now, don't get me wrong, I am proud of my son, I adore my son, if I could choose among all the sons in the world, I would choose my son. But the boy is , and I'm trying to say this nicely, well, a space cadet. A kind, gentle, smart, active, loving, space cadet. But apparently being a space cadet has it's advantages. If he'd remembered to take his option sheet back to school, he would not have been assigned to Fine Arts option. If he was not forced to take the Fine Arts option, he would have not have meet the criteria for the Outstanding Student award. Apparently ,he makes it work for him. And I will have to bite my tongue when he professes... "I have no clue....."


• I have a hard time posting lately, it seems that I am distracted by the smallest thing. Dr Deb and Mysti did this test and were green and blue respectively, these are my results........
  Your Brain is Purple
  Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic. You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense.Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries.You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
  
  
• tagged by bobita, slow to respond.......
  
  1. Go back to first or early post. How would you describe your voice back in those early days?Who were you writing to? What was your sense of audience (if any) back then?I had no clue what a blog was. I had heard the word on the evening news, and the next morning, while procrastinating, I googled "blog" and voila, there I was. I am constantly amazed that this connection has enabled me to get to know such a diverse selection of people.
  

2. Do you remember when you received your first comment? What was it like? I think my response to my first comment was "yikes, how did he find me?" I had left a snotty comment to W3, to a post I came across calling Canadians, french speaking, beer drinking, bacon eating cowards. I didn't know if he clicked on me it would lead him back to my blog. We soon found, although very different, something clicked. And I've bantered back and forth with him ever since. (((( hugs W3. ;) ))))

3. Can you point to a stage where you began to feel that your blog might be part of a conversation? Where you might be part of a larger community of interacting writers? Almost immediately I realized that this blogging thing was like "a trip without leaving the farm" amazingly enough I was being let into peoples life . It wasn't about the writing, it was about the connecting.

4. Do you think that this sense of audience or community might have affected the way you began to write? No, not about the way I write, but certainly how I began to use my computer. Truthfully, I'd much rather invite y'all over for a coffee or a beer, and bullshit into the wee hours of the morning. But until then, this will have to do.

• when we last heard from our heroine, she was about to embark on the set up of the easy set up pool..... perhaps we should have watched the instructional dvd, but the truth was, I couldn't get the darn thing working, and my son was not home to show me how. So we did not watch the dvd but did however follow the 3 easy steps . A whole bunch of times. Sort of. Long story short... it's done, and no one was hurt in the process

• forgive my absence,