I wish I had something brilliant to say. I wish you could visit here every day and see something that makes your day, something you never thought of before, something that helps you see things in a new light or put a great meal on the table or decorate a room for $100. I wish I could do that for my readers.
I read a lot of blogs, and the ones I seem to visit over and over again are the ones that do something for me: they entertain, enlighten, or provide information. Think about the blogs or sites you read and you'll probably come up with the same answer.
As for me and my blog? We seem to just exist for each other and no other reason. The blog...it's just been sitting on a shelf for a long time unattended...waiting for me to bring it down and fluff it up a bit. I don't have a list of subjects waiting to be researched, or a stack of innovative (and yet inexpensive and kid-friendly!) recipes waiting to be posted every Thursday, or a list of valuable websites you've never heard of but can't live without. I don't even have any decent pics to put up here, since a lot of them are already on Facebook and I feel like I'd be cheating to post them here, too.
I can go on and on about what I don't have (forgot to mention side bar links that work). I could do a post every day about what this blog isn't.
But I'll spare you all that. Fact is, this blog is my casual friend who is there for me when the mood strikes, which isn't often. Maybe we'll step it up when school starts and the boys are gone...sniff...every day for six hours. Maybe I'll get more intense about my writing. Maybe I'll actually look up a source for a post. Or take more than 20 minutes from "new post" to "publish."
Until then, it's casual and hit or miss and sometimes posting.
And me and my blog...we're happy that way.