I am no writer, folks.
I have no skill at turning a catchy phrase or two. I've tried to keep journals. I have about 5 laying around the house filled to, at most, page 10.
I skipped 8th and 9th grade entirely (you did not read that wrong, but it's a long story) and I think that's when they taught about punctuation and predicates and such - missed it.
My family has the "can not spell" gene pretty strong. It's a dominate gene, it is! (seriously, it's not just me, Scrabble is a riot when we try to play!)
I do have some smarts. Have documents to prove it, have my BA, graduated from college - magna cum laude - but when it comes to writing I am, well, just not gifted. I am not a mother, who is a writer, blogger.
I can recognize why good writing is important. I do appreciate those writer-mothers out there that can relay their daily lives in humorous, witty, insightful manner. I often find myself wishing I could.
I blog because I wanted connection to other mothers. I blog because I don't keep memory books for my kids - this is it. And, like I said, I don't keep journals - this is it.
But there is no creative-writer-struggling-to-break-out-of-wife-and-mother-mode here.
I give honors to those creative writer ones out there that I am enjoying daily! I am in full envy mode today. BooMama had me in stiches today!
So what do I have to offer to this blogging world? Hmmmm . . .
Ah-ha! ( light bulb)
I have cute pictures of darling kids!