Hi, everyone.

I have to tell you, last night, I was basically done. I posted a picture of shoes (again), and whined a little bit about life right now (again).

When I went to bed, I was basically done. Blogging. Wasn't sure why I'm doing this in the first place, certainly not sure why I keep doing it. I'm sure there are theories.

When I woke, and after putting water on for tea, and juice and fruit out for kids, but before I let the cat up from the basement, or brushed my teeth, I turned the computer on, and checked my mail.

And a few-not many-but a few of my friends had already told me that they'd read what I had to say last night, and they knew how I felt.

Bingo.

I'm on the verge of something. And that something has to do with blogging.

I think we can all rest assured that we have it all going on in the "real life" department. Maybe a bit too much going on.

But I come here, and I feel that I am making the best, showing the best, being the best. Not in spite of, or in contrast to "real life", but in conjunction with. It feeds itself. It's all there in front of me all the time. But having a place to immediately (and that's the charm, after all-we can immediately and independently from censure (other than our own)) illustrate and illuminate the things that are worthwhile of notice in our lives, makes us seek those moments out, and appreciate them all the more intensely.

I'm not even sure that was a sentence.

But.

What I'm saying is...that I'm not going to stop blogging.

But I am perhaps going blog a little differently. I'm probably going to talk a little bit more about my kids, but also more about how hard it is. More about food, but just because that is such a huge part of my day to day existence-I'm one of those people who is always thinking about what I'm making for the next meal. More about what happens in between all the stuff that you might, for instance, tell someone you were talking to at a school function. I'm not sure blogs are the place for small-talk. Or maybe that's exactly what they're for. Small talk that means something to someone.

I'm going to post whatever the heck pictures make me happy, so if you are a creep or a stalker, just move along. Nothing to see here. (Besides, I can barely seem to get a half hour away from the kids, so you'd have to kidnap me, too.)

What I'm saying is, I'm tired. And I'm full of good things that happen everyday in between all the "blog-worthy" stuff, and I just want to talk to all of you nice people.

What I'm saying is,

Hi, I'm Tara. Nice to meet you.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt