Hey, it’s a brand new blog! But…why? Why would someone walk away a well-known blog, where they’ve written under the same name for a decade?

Well, it’s weird. Our family physically moved in 2008 between Christmas and New Years, and as of this writing, we’ve lived in our new home for nearly ten months. And I STILL haven’t unpacked everything. To this day, my favorite purse is still in a box in my closet; I’m just not sure which box it’s in. Last night, I made a meatloaf, and it took me nearly twenty minutes to find my roasting pan. You know, the one with the wire rack, because nobody wants to eat meatloaf when it’s been sitting in it’s own melted fat in the oven. Bleah! I dug through the storage room in the basement, sure that it was there, but it wasn’t. I found it in a kitchen cupboard, behind the griddle. I spent twenty-eight dollars on new floaties for the kids during the summer months, because I couldn’t find the four brand new sets of floaties I had purchased at the end of Summer ‘08. We had a massive garage sale in the spring and got rid of lots and lots of toys, clothing, and housewares, and I am STILL drowning in my own clutter. In my house, in my head, and on my blog.

So, why not just let all this internet stuff GO, fer fuck’s sake? Walking away from the internet would certaily afford me the time I need to get my house together. OMSH did exactly that, around the first of the year. She evaluated her life, decided that blogging wasn’t a good use of her valuable time, and she just…stopped. I’ve thought of doing that, many times. I’ve even justified the amount of time I spend online, telling myself, “I’m just going to check Facebook real quick before I get dinner started,” or “I just need to look up the ingredients for this recipe,” Excuses. All excuses! The web is such a huge timesuck for me (and probably you!) that it’s a massive source of contention with my husband.

Through the years, I’ve done a pretty fair job of keeping things together, I think. It’s not easy raising five children. It’s kept me busy. Those years of having four in diapers? Not the worst thing I’ve ever gone through in my life, but still – kind of a drag. I used to think it would get easier as they got bigger, but the truth is, the challenges have just changed. It’s true that I’m no longer up at night making bottles, pushing a quad stroller through Walmart, or spoon-feeding babies in high chairs. Instead, I’m trying to figure out high school math I can’t remember how to do anymore, navigating my autistic son’s IEP, dropping my daughter at Girl Scouts, and homeschooling the two I can’t afford to send to preschool.

And even though life has been WORK for me these past few years, I’ve always had my blog. Pouring my heart out to my friends has been cathartic and therapeutic, and it’s something I’ve treasured immensely. Have you noticed, though, that the landscape of the web has changed over the past couple of years? It used to be that as a blogger, I was in this tiny percentage of the population. I didn’t even tell people I had a blog, because inevitably, they didn’t GET it. They didn’t know what a blog was, or if they did know, they thought it was weird. Nowadays, nearly everyone knows what a blog is, and damned near everybody writes on the web, at least on Facebook.

It really hit me how much things have changed in that regard when my oldest daughter went to homecoming a couple of weeks ago. Within seconds of her walking out the door, I had pictures of her in her sparkly dress and heels uploaded to Facebook, and my parents were on the phone with me, ooohing and ahhing over their beautiful granddaughter. What? MY parents online? How can this BE? But it is. My parents, and probably your parents too. And everybody else we know, who a couple of years ago thought the internet was weird and scary and complicated. Everybody loves the internet now. And it’s a beautiful thing! But for me, it’s absolutely sucked the joy out of blogging.

I wrote about this a couple of times on my old blog, how Facebook and Twitter have sort of destroyed blogging – by the time you finish reading everyone’s status updates, commenting on their cute kid pictures, taking the ridiculous quiz du jour, and plowing your virtual farm, you’re just…done. Who wants to sit down and write a thoughtful, introspective blog post after all of that? Who has it in them to pound out three paragraphs, when they’ve Tweeted what they need to say all day long, in 140-character increments? And, almost as importantly, who wants to READ a long, blathering blog post after all of that? Facebook is like chips before dinner. We’ve ruined our appetite for the main course.

So, I’ve felt a little unsatisfied lately with my web experience. I miss blogging. I miss what blogging used to be, and I want it back. Even if nobody else is seeing my pretty blog because they only access me through my RSS feed. Even if nobody comments. (Please comment!) Even if the rest of the world is happy connecting with one another through Facebook and Twitter. I want more than that. I want to remember, in detail, what happened with my kids on a random Tuesday. I want to document it with pictures and dialogue and commentary. I want it all. I want it, and I NEED it. I need this outlet. The fact is, I need to write. I’ve been journaling my life since I was a child, and it’s not something I can just walk away from. But it is something that needs a bit of pruning. I want my life to unfold and fall into place a bit more neatly. If I’m going to carve out some time to spend online, I want to enjoy that time. I don’t want to just piss it away, I want to leave something behind.

Soooo…that still hasn’t answered the question. You KNOW why I blog! But…why a NEW blog? Well…my old one is just a hot mess. It’s got some notoriety, and it gets some traffic, but it’s basically a tangled heap of barely organized blog entries – it’s seriously all over the place. And it’s GIGANTIC. I’ve been writing there for years, and the idea of tackling thousands of posts, organizing them and tagging them and pruning out the ones that are just fluff – I can’t even bear the thought. I’m not going to take it down or anything, but I’d like to leave it on the shelf like a giant overstuffed scrapbook, and start fresh. (I do intend to close most of the archives – I’m feeling awfully conspicuous lately, since I keep running into people over and over again who read my blog, but also know me at the bus stop – it’s a weird thing, for me anyway.) A big part of it is the name, too. It came from another time in my life, and even though folks still call me by my nickname, I’m ready to drop it from my blog. After ten years, I’m allowed to change my blogging name, right? Right? Whew. Okay.

So, that’s it. Hello and welcome!