I am trying out a new title for my blog. I haven’t completely settled on one yet because I have to see how the options look on the screen. It’s kind of like baby names. You have to write down the faves in all the spelling variations, hook them up with middle names and your surname, and then go with the one that looks right. I am a firm believer in settling on that perfect name BEFORE the babe arrives. How odd to enter the world having to wait until your parents make a decision. Come on! They’ve had nine months.
Well, here I go again. Straying from the topic at hand. If you’ve just recently tuned in to this blog, you’ll soon find that happens a lot. There is really no rhyme or reason to these posts. I write what I feel like writing and the topics can vary from the deeply spiritual, to the highly profound, to the just plain silly. Simply depends on what thoughts are rambling through my brainy terrain at the moment I start writing.
Why does that happen? she asked, and I said, because it just does. And because I had pizza for breakfast.