The Lazy Journalist

I tried to keep journals. Who knows where they are. Every entry is pathetically apologetic, like "I've missed so much and I must try to catch up"--and I never do. The handwritten ones were at least portable and good for vacations. Then I tried using a laptop. But I can never trust that Lee (my husband) won't decide we need a new computer because something is wrong with the old one and I lose all my files. Plus I can never find the darn things wherever they end up getting saved among all his stuff. Even when I have my own folder, to find it is just too much of a chore.

Plus, who has time to write? I'm nagged when I'm on the computer anyway, by him, the kids, whatever, and there's always chores to be done. Who can focus? Then there's the commitment to which computer, which file. Ugh.

So I may as well start a blog. Even if it's only for me. I'm so bad about printing pictures, too, and putting them in albums. Lots of empty albums and frames stashed around my house. But if I can have access to this blog from any computer and post pics online, maybe this will be an easier way of saving the girls' childhood adventures for posterity. If only I started this six years ago. I actually just got inspired by a fellow twin mom's lovely blog (though icky stomach virus post tonight!) that she started because baby books and scrapbooks were just NOT happening with twins. I can totally relate.

So to wrap up this first intro post, let me just say I call myself a lazy journalist not only because I'm terrible at keeping up with journals (I'm barely keeping up with a CALENDAR, for pete's sake!) but I'm also a lazy typist. I've tried to behave for this post, but I've become very lazy with punctuation and capitalization, in defiance of my literary background. So just get used to it. I also love parentheses a little too much....I sprinkle them everywhere.

Oh, and about me (in case someone besides me ever reads this thing)--I'm married to a funny architect (by trade) who's in another period of transition. Thanks, economy. And I have two lovely and charming six-year-old twin first grade girls. And a tabby who has disappeared mysteriously for the moment but usually shows up when the girls are in bed and I've just settled down with a cup of hot tea that she tries to nuzzle and spill all over my lap.

Oh, and another note. I drew a blank for a witty title for this blog thing, so I just jotted Double D Chronicles since most of these notes will probably be about my girls and our last initial is D. For anyone who's ever met me, you'd know that "Double D" is certainly NOT a reference to my physique! *pout* Nor are these the adventures of anyone's runaway bosom. Or runway bosom. But that would actually have to be an A- instead of a D because a D would topple a skinny model. Anyway, moving on. I couldn't resist trying to play with the symantics even if if was a poor attempt at being funny. It IS late. It's time to hunt down the pajamas. *yawn*