I suck at this whole blogging thing.
I really, really suck at it.
Here's the thing...
I LOVE the idea of blogging.
I love reading other people's blogs. Ones that make me laugh out loud, like this one, this one and this one (to name a few). Ones that make me cry and smile at the same time. And ones that make me want to be a better person.
I love to hear myself talk, so this shouldn't be a problem, Right?
I've got nothing.
I guess I could talk about my day, but that's no fun.
No you say?
Well for instance, today so far I've printed off three articles on childhood obesity for an evidence based research presentation that I have to give tomorrow in clinicals. I've given my child miralax in hopes that she will poop since she likes to hold it. The same child is now watching The Princess and the Frog for the second time, so I can continue to sit on the computer and ignore her. And I'm gearing up to maybe study for my test on Monday on the hepatic-biliary system.
Now could you imagine if that's all I wrote about.
That has to be some form of blog suicide.
So to my three followers, thanks for caring (or feeling bad) enough!
Till the next time I have an itch to write about how much I don't write......