I suppose I had better blog something. If the rapture come I don't want the last post on this blog to be one with a bunch of terrible pictures of me.
The fact is, social media is killing this blog. And by "social media" I mean "facebook". I made a conscious decision a couple of years ago to unplug from Twitter and stop trying to "build" my "brand" but I'm sort of addicted to facebook. And not just because of FarmVille! I like the instant feedback and connection that if offers.
Everyone knows commenting is down. I used to get 10-20 comments on a post. Now I get two or three. And I'm not complaining because I know that's just how it is. I'm guilty of not commenting. Like, ever. Even with my very favorite bloggers I just read, smile and mark as read.
But on facebook I comment and "like" and share and interact. If I have something I want to share with the world these days it just seems so much easier to do it there. I have over 500 facebook friends. If I feel like everyone who wants to know anything about me is probably friends with me on facebook so they can just read about my life there. Except my mother in law. She reads my blog but she's not on facebook. And that's ok. We need the distance. Otherwise daughter-in-law Jen and social media Jen would collide and I just can't handle that.
So facebook is taking over. I can deal with that. But I love this blog and I'm not willing to let it die so easily. I have to make more of an effort to update it. (Assuming that tomorrow I don't find myself spending all eternity in the fiery pits of hell...) I started this blog mainly as a record of my children's lives (hence the stupid url name) and if they ever read it someday I want them to think "Wow, our mom sure was delighted with us!" and not "Wow, our mom sure was easily distracted! And why did she talk about her boobs so much?"
So, my darling children, if you ever read this, here is what you've been up to lately:
Joseph's class is going to be seeing a sex ed video on Monday. His teacher sent home a slip this week for us to sign, giving him permission to see the video. This is what was written at the top of the note:
One year ago today Jesse didn't read.
Two years ago today I had underwear in my fruit basket.
Three years ago today Joseph raised his eyebrows.