To blog or not to blog

That IS the question. So I have this thing in me, this desire, to not be the guy who says  he’ll do something and then doesn’t. One reason I hate this so much is that, in fact, I am that guy sometimes. Whether it’s an illusion or a reality, I feel like I am a pretty busy guy. However, I am also a pretty visionary guy—I tend to think up new things to do all the time. Those two traits, I have found, don’t mix that well.

Sometimes I find myself starting things and not finishing them. OK. Not sometimes. Let’s say, a good deal more often than that. Like the book I want to write that has all the chapter titles on a file on my computer. Or the other book, with the same thing. Or the articles I’m reading through (and haven’t touched in a week) trying to teach myself how to code for iPhone apps. Or the basement I said I would clean over Christmas break.  Or the Christmas lights hanging outside on my house still!!! (It’s ok though, I do live in Elkton.) Or the car with the dead battery in my driveway that’s been there…well, as long as the basement has been dirty.

Yeah, the list goes on. Now, granted, we did just have a new baby. But for some reason, I just seem to never have enough time to do all I want to do. So then I end up doing things that need to get done on deadlines and forgetting the rest.

And that is why I balk at starting to blog again. Really. I know the masses are begging for it (ok, four people) but I sincerely doubt my ability to sustain it. I will get busy. New projects will emerge. I will run out of interesting things to say about myself (ok that’s not true, but the first two are!).

So here we go again, the roller coaster of blogging. Not sure if anyone will even read these for fear of being disappointed by my inability to remain consistent.  But we shall see. Now that I’ve written this . . . the basement?

Crazy Day

This was a strange one.  Many fun things, but very different. So I started out way earlier than I’m used to (left the house at 6:45) to go work on the Latshaw’s basement (trying to make a little money, you know). So it’s tiring work – scrubbing concrete walls, tearing out carpet, ripping out sinks and cabinets. Well during this time, I scratched myself with a nail (not intentionally of course!). And everything down there is pretty dirty b/c they’ve had lots of water damage with subsequent mold etc.

So I came home, said hi to the family, and headed to a walk-in clinic to get a tetanus shot (first I read online to see if tetanus was all that scary- whoa!!!). They had a two hour wait!!  So I sent home. An hour later I went to another clinic, that opened at noon.  I got there at 12:06 – and there were already three people in the back being seen, and two in the waiting room.  WHAT?!?!?

Side note here – I hate doctors offices and waiting rooms.  I really do. Any given day I have so much planned to do with my time. I hate the interruption of an unscheduled doctor’s visit.  On top of that, it takes forever!! I just sit there thinking, this is such a waste of time!

Anyway, I finally got my tetanus shot (what am I, 8?) and headed home. Mowed the lawn.  Then to a crab feast at my dad’s house.  Wohoo!

But couldn’t stay long – had something else tonight.  Hurried home, changed in 5 minutes, kissed the kids goodnight – and headed off to soccer with some friends at a cool soccer facility.

Now I’m home, and I’m exhausted. Why do I do this to myself!?

So that’s it – nothing that insightful tonight. Just a crazy day, and I’m excited to sleep.  (Christian sits for a good 30 seconds debating whether or not to use the smiley face. I DO love them.  But I’ve received some ridicule as of late….. can’t resist!)    :)