This is no MacDonald's...

I am not "Lovin' it".  While I appreciate the need for continued education, developing my own blog has so far been an exercise in frustration, and so I say: "Argh".  I don't use this statement lightly because while I have certainly been frustrated in real life I have most certainly not ever uttered the word 'Argh' before now.  It is very not intuitive.  I feel like a bull in a china shop, just banging on buttons and hoping for the best.

And, while I understand the desire to track the progress of this education train, I think that a blogging format is dangerous territory...at least for me.  I am a speak first think later kind of gal and now I am going to have to add my fingers to my list of things to reign in. I have only just recently developed a filter...and I am pretty sure it has holes, big ones.  I would much prefer to speak face-to-face with anyone so at least my tone and intent are clear rather than to put things in print and send it out to the unforgiving and unforgetting interweb.  So much pressure!  

Regardless, I am being a team player and blogging.  So, while I would much rather be interacting with my 'peeps'. You know those people in my life who I care about and they in turn care about me.  They sympathize, empathize, laugh appropriately (and occasionally inappropriately) and call me on stuff when when it's due to my face...I wonder if people thought about the introduction of the telephone like I feel about putting too much of yourself on the internet. No, I take that back it's probably more like the belief that a piece of your soul is being snatched by having your picture taken.

See, the fingers always take it too far...NUTS! Ah well, bring it on NB23!

Also, I realize that I have what appears to be a flagrant disregard for the rules of the English language but this is me throwing caution to the wind and blogging with abandon and the hope that you read with a forgiving eye and take it for what it is.  Please, don't tell any of my English profs.