So yes, after years of resisting, I have caved. I have started a blog.
It's not that I dislike blogs, of course, or even the idea of blogging, but rather a question of where my time is best spent. Do I clean the house (not if I can at all justify otherwise), play with my children (and frustrate them by my inability to make believable weapon sounds with my mouth), work on my book (that is running through my head anyway), call someone I haven't spoken to in ages (but how to choose among so many?), play solitaire on the computer (which really isn't an option, but sounded funny), finish unpacking (so many boxes, so little time), or do I bag it all and start a blog?
I'm sure you can see my dilemma.
However, after weighing my options, and considering the sound advice of several friends, I have come to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, a blog is not a time vaccuum, but a way to keep friends and family informed on my life. Then, I can let go of the guilt for not contacting them all more often, and accomplish more (like mastering the art of making shooting sounds with your mouth).
Only time will tell (no pun intended). ;)