OK. I admit it. I’m a horrible blogger. I go for months without uttering a word. The sad thing is, my blog is my browser homepage. It’s not one of those “out of sight/out of mind” things. It’s in my sight all day every day. I’m just hopeless, I guess.
The thing is, I don’t know what kind of blog this is. It’s not a cooking blog, although I cook (bake, really) quite a lot. It’s not a crafting blog. I craft even more than I cook. It’s not a travel blog. I don’t travel enough for that, sad to say. It’s not a mommy blog. It’s definitely not a grandma blog. There are none of those little people hanging around here. It’s not a photography blog, although I do take quite a few photos. I guess it’s just a “little bit of me” blog. A very little bit of me. Maybe that should be my new year’s resolution…to blog more often.
Who would care?
Here’s an illustration of what a terrible blogger I am. Most people blog about Christmasy stuff as a buildup to the holiday. They might share holiday preparation tips and recipes. Not me. Nosirreee. 3 days after Christmas, I post a photo of my cat under the tree. I could have posted about dragging the decorations down from the attic, getting the house set to rights and setting out candles, etc. I could have talked about packing and shipping umpteen pounds of toffee to friends and relatives.
But, no. You get a post-Christmas kitty-under-the-tree photo. I’ve got to do better than this!
But, isn’t he a handsome devil?