Thursday, July 9, 2009


I love to take pictures. I hate to transfer those pictures to a computer.

I'm not sure when this phobia started. Perhaps it was when I was abroad that one semester and uploaded all my pictures to Snapfish with witty captions and then accidentally deleted all my witty captions in one fell swoop. Regardless, I hate uploading pictures from my camera.

But here's the thing. It's not just the camera. It's uploading pictures from the internet, saving them on my computer and then having to upload them to blogger. I hate it. I really, really hate it. But I have this sense of obligation when I'm writing in blogger. A sense that I have to include pictures to make my words more interesting. Because words don't seem to stand on their own in bloggy land.

But the thing is, despite how much I love to take pictures, I love to write infinitely more. And I could post little blurbs like this seventeen times a day if I didn't have picture guilt every time I posted. There's this nagging fear that the ones who do visit my blog will grow bored of my words and never return.

So do me a favor - come back. Come back even when I'm not posting cute pictures of my puppy, or random things I happened to find already on my hard drive. Come back when I'm not being at all interesting and I'm whining about work. Because my blogging self esteem could really use the boost.


Wednesday, July 8, 2009

She's back.

I've got excuses. I swear.

I started summer school.

I've been unpacking and decorating the house.

It's been a hard month at work.

Blogger got blocked at my work!

Okay, fine. You see through my lies. So I'll come clean.

I got an iPhone, and I'm so thoroughly addicted, I haven't done much else. My days have been like this: iPhone, iPhone, Work. iPhone while working. Twitter on iPhone. Facebook on iPhone. Ooooh! A new App! iPhone, iPhone, Bed.

But now here I am. And I'm going to be back more often, because I write blog posts at work and then have nowhere to put them if I don't post. So I will post them. And pictures of my baking adventures, which have been successful (for the most part).

I'm still waiting for that perfect (ahem, Lori) banana bread recipe, but my dealer got engaged last week and has been thinking of little else. Though, who can blame her?

Forgive me?