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Mark read an article the other day about 12 things you can do to exercise your brain and blogging was one of them.  I am very excited about this because I feel like I never use my brain. I have become a robot.  All I do is laundry, dishes and clean. Although a robot would do a better job.    

My mom was reading this sarcastic framed art catalog.  Of course the funny ones she read to me. It is similar to art work that has a nice picture with a nice saying on it.  Like Perserverance yada, yada, yada.  Well, this one was about blogging and it said: Never have so many people with so little to say said so much to so few.  HA! Very funny.  I do feel like I am spending too much time writing and rewriting and then no one is reading, but at least I am exercising my brian.  

So much is going on around here I just wanted to do something light and fluffy.  I love comments.  It would really make my day if you all would comment.  PLEASE, I need a self esteem boost.  I really hope Meagen isn't the only one that reads my blog.  If she is at least I have an audience of one and for that I am grateful.  Miss ya Meagen!  

Comments

Anonymous said…
Heather, I knew you had a brain even before I read this. At least you don't have to keep yours in your purse!
The Fo'Zaglia's said…
I seriously doubt I'm the only one who reads your blog. People are just stingy with comments for some reason??? But, alas... I'm hear, never fear:) Keep exercising. Had to look up how to spell that. Does that count as using my brain or cheating?
Unknown said…
I am reading your blog as I sit across the table from you:-), since I am really not scrapbooking anyway! Keep blogging, people are reading it. It is great therapy, of course, I don't blog because, well ah, I can't get done everything I need to get done in life and I don't need anything else on my plate....

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