disclaimer: sometimes you get quilting, sometimes you get beans, sometimes you get random late night thoughts and a dorky picture of me. this is one of those.
sorry.
(Yes, I wear glasses. But only when I want to see.)
(I've been told I look smarter with my glasses on. I think I look like a boy. My brother Dallin, actually. Hi Dallin!)
(I've also been told I look like Tina Fey. Not sure what do to with that.)
So blogging, it's an interesting thing.
Back in my Rigby High School days, I loved writing. I wrote for the school newspaper, took the Journalistic English classes from Mr. Beck, and even had a few articles published in magazines. All my life, (and especially through college) I loved to read and found quite a thrill in finding a typo or error in a book.
Then one day, I started blogging. And it's all gone downhill from there.
In fact, I'm pretty sure Mr. Beck would have a heart attack if he read my blog. You see...
I can't remember when to put an apostrophe in its/it's.
Auto spell-check has destroyed my Anne of Green Gables-esque spelling skills (C-H-R-Y-S-A-N-T-H-E-M-U-M)
And I am constantly starting sentences with and.
I can't stop overusing parentheses (seriously, I can't).
Grammar? Forget about it.
...dot dot dot...
But most importantly, the exclamation point.
I can't stop. Here's why... I've used them for so long to show my excitement over something like an amazing quilt, darling baby, great post, etc. If I suddenly stop using them, how will anyone know that I really am excited?
So here's the deal. I'm cutting back. Way back. So if you receive a comment or email without an exclamation point, know that I still heart you. Really, I do. (!)
It's a slippery slope, blogging. Don't you think?
Sorry Mr. Beck.
