So why DO I blog? I could be writing in my journal. I could be scrapbooking or cross-stitching. I could be practicing my flute or ukulele or guitar or even Italian or French. I could be playing with my kids or cleaning my house or getting up my nerve to try and meet people around here. So why do I blog? Is it in the random chance someone actually reads this? Or cares about anything here? I care about what I write, but I could just as well sit here and talk to myself while I look at favorite pictures or find new backgrounds I like. Maybe it is time to get up and go. And quit talking.