Audience?

Are there college courses on how to write a blog?
I still feel like I'm taking to a group, an unknown group, but still just journaling to myself. If I had an audience would I be willing to type what I'm about to type?
Ha! Caught you. You thought this was going to be really revealing... a secret. So exciting.
I don't even think my husband will read this blog. These secrets are my own, for now. I guess, each new blogger has felt this way. Each new author likely dreams of who their target audience is, and writes accordingly. Again, I feel I'm writing to myself.
If I'm truly journaling, does my life amount to anything? Is anything I do all day worthwhile?
I didn't make love to my dear husband this morning, although we probably should have. I nursed my sweet baby. I helped out a friend. I visited with my Dad just for a wee bit. I had my children make their own lunches, peanut butter and jellies. At least the bread was whole wheat and the jelly homemade from strawberries we picked ourselves last summer. I made chili for my Texan, beans and asparagus because if I didn't make them they'd go bad, and brownies for the cub scout meeting at 4pm. I ran to the basement and made one more leap in organizing all the clothes I've been saving just in case we have another child. How did they get unorganized? Good question. I think I'm a Dump and come back to it type. The trouble is, there isn't always more time on the other side of the time continuum. I'll get to that later... when is later?

Sept 10, 2009

Fever and work. Diana's sick and I have to take her to work. I'd also like to continue packing, get stuff sent to Dr. Morrison's office, finish prep work for the garage sale, and move everything down to the "happy room" for our move. Too much on my plate, that I'm paralzyed. Peace....

Sept 9, 2009

Yep, it's 09/09/09 WOW! Nifty.
I'm stressed about this move. My organization is good - and there is just so much to keep straight, I'm giving myself an ulcer. I am happy these little things come to mind, but there there has to be a place in my mind to store them. hmmm... no space left.
bummer.
kids off to school today, thankfully no tears or stress there.
Diana did wake with a fever, but was dancing to "rock and roll" off of John's alarm clock radio an hour later. Let's hope it doesn't come back again.
Ok. Off I go, to pack a bit more before work. Breathe.
Maybe I should pray more, too. Dear God, please let me thank you for this situation I'm in. I know some can't handle this. You know what I can handle. Thanks for trusting me. :)
Ciao