Hello Monday. How the heck did you get here so fast? Seriously. This keeps happening, and I'm starting to get suspicious.

Our weekend was lowkey. And if you think I'm complaining, you're wrong. Lowkey is a good thing now-- wait a minute while I just settle here in my rocker and I'll tell you all about it. I was off Friday, as aforementioned (*putting away the Webster's now), so I had to work on Saturday. It was my last weekend to work; from now on, I will work M-F. (*happy little dance.) Sunday, we had church and potluck dinner afterwards. I was nice enough to leave some food for everybody else, but it was a struggle. I had to stop and pray a little bit, especially over the dessert area. Anyway, after all that eatin', who could blame me for indulging in a Sunday Afternoon Nap? Go on. I dare you. Blame the pregnant lady. You monster.

Anyway, it was lovely.

Today, I got the house picked up, laundry started, and icetrays filled. I am on a roll, people! I even dusted and opened the windows to let the breeze blow through the house. I rock. It's amazing how motivated I feel with Enya playing in the background, scented candles burning, and rain pattering gently outside. Oh, and the smell of Murphy's Oilsoap. I do love me some furniture polish.

I'm kidding. Sort of. Okay, not at all. I love the stuff.

So, it was a productive day. And full of such compelling blog material, too, wasn't it? Most of the time, I don't write about the day to day happenings here at APOG. Mainly because that stuff can be bo-RING! But, I've been thinking lately about why I read the blogs I read. I've got a few that I feel comfortable checking once a week, or every few weeks-- because the authors don't write often or seriously. Then, there are a few that I read religiously every day. Why? Well, I just have to know the ending of the story. How did that job interview/audition go? How is their pregnancy progressing? How did their haircut turn out? Was the yellow paint the right choice for the bedroom? And then the more serious, longterm aspects of life, like how are they dealing with the death of their mother? Will they mend that broken friendship? How are they coping with new motherhood? Will they get out of debt?

Basically, I'm a very nosy person. No... that's not it, not entirely. It's that as a reader, I'm invested in them, I'm rooting for them, I want the story to have a happy ending. It's the little details, the pictures of their kitchen, their baby, their favorite coffee mug-- that make them real. The mundane, the trivial, those things make them normal, like me. (okay, so that's debatable.) Anyway, if knowing what I ate for breakfast (pancakes) makes me seem a little more real to my own readers, then I'm all for it. It doesn't mean I'll stop blogging about the Big Stuff, or dabbling in short stories and fiction, but it means that I'll give you a little more of myself than before. This was one of the reasons I was so excited about the digital camera. (I'm still going through the manuel, by the way. Patience, friends.)

Maybe it's slightly narcissistic (*okay, I got out the Webster's again) to think that anyone would be interested in those things. I dunno. But I find myself drawn to the blogs that include those things, so maybe there's something to it.

Hm. Sounds like I just wrote an essay on why you can expect some boring stuff at APOG now. Goodie.

Okay, that's enough out of me. I've got work to do, folks. Back to your stations.