I’ve always been an erratic blogger. At the beginning, I was like tewtally into it, dude. Then I slowed down, I stopped, I started again slowly, I slowed down even more, stopped and well, I forget how many times I’ve stopped and started. I’m starting again, but as usual make no promises whatsoever. Not that anyone is reading to make promises to, but maybe some day I’ll have a blog buddy or two again.

Biggest show stopper right now is I want to find an efficient way to take, download, and upload pics to the blog. I can’t seem to find the right code in Flicker to paste into my entries and I don’t want to blog from Flickr. I’ll keep playing around with it.

Mainly I want to have some chronicle of what’s going on in our lives. The Boy was born nearly 3 years ago, and in that time I’ve struggled with depression and it seemed like there was never any energy to keep up with this, or do anything really. Lately, I’ve been doing better. A lot better. I find myself with urges to do things that are not accompanied by the thought, “Fuck it, it’s too much work.” Until a few months ago, that was my prevailing attitude. Nowadays, I’ll have an urge or idea, and actually feel jazzed about doing it.

I’d like to write about what I have on my knitting needles, what I’m growing in the garden, what the Boy is up to, what the Rock Star and I are doing, you know…all the usual blog fodder. So yeah, here’s an entry about nothing, unless you count intention. I have intentions, folks. Not big intentions, those almost always disappoint, but little intentions. The smallest really. But they are definitely intentions.