It may not seem like such a big deal to most people, but that means that twice a week for the past year I've forced myself to sit down and write something. And yes, on rereading them, some are truly awful, but there's a couple of funny ones in there, even if I'm the only one who laughs at them.
And at times I may be the only one who laughs at them -- I honestly have no idea who reads this crap. I haven't put a traffic counter on my page because a) that just seems a little too much like work, and b) I tend to get a little obsessed sometimes and that's not something I want to obsess about.
So here are my blog goals for the next year:
- Keep posting stuff. Good, bad, whatever. I'm all about the attendance award.
- Continue to tell embarrassing stories about my brothers and sisters. And Rvan, whose head is large enough to qualify for admission to my family.
- Limit the posts about my cats to one per quarter. (Really, you don't know how lucky you are...)
- Learn how to use my camera a little better. (Because I shouldn't have to photoshop in arrows to explain what I'm referring to...)
There you go. Who says I don't have goals in my life?