I'm bad at blogging. I'll admit it. This is my third stab at it, not to mention all of the previous blog-like incarnations like livejournal (my most successful venture, sadly), xanga, myspace, etc. I'm generally inconsistent. I stray off topic. I can't find my niche. This time I'm going to embrace it.
I am an awkward broad, to say the least. I say inappropriate things and don't generally realize I've done anything wrong until much later (if at all). I don't know what to talk about in social situations-I'm awful at small talk, and tend to mumble or repeat myself. I'm pretty bad at making, having, and retaining friends. I occasionally drink too much and sing in public. Despite my best efforts, I am not ladylike in any way. I have no specific talents to speak of, although I am an ok baker. I am occasionally super lazy (like watch reruns of Frasier all day lazy). I sometimes think that I'm a bad mom because I can't teach my 10-month old French or the violin, and I don't bring her to museums and mom club thingies every day. I'm not a good photographer, and I never learned to use a curling iron. Sometimes I leave my laundry in the dryer for an extra day if there's nothing important in there. I have broken more bones than I care to count (although usually it's the same few bones over and over). All of this is just to say that I am occasionally blundering, artless, inept, embarrassing, tactless, and just plain ridiculous. I try not to be, but it just happens. I plan to report on this and other things, whenever I feel like it.