My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

Here at last is the long awaited COMPETITIVE POST…

A few qualifications before you start judging though.  First, I’m writing this from work after a very long couple of weeks.  Second, I’m a little strung out on coffee…well, tea lattes actually, but being strung out on tea lattes doesn’t sound very cool.  Oh, and my brain hurts a little.  You know.  From all the thinking and whatnot.  Or maybe it’s the cell-phone induced tumor.  Also, the dog ate my homework.  In any case, I know there’s no way that whatever I write will live up to the build-up.  The best I can do is hope you’re not too disappointed by the backstory to this blog.  With all those things in mind, here we go: 

Imagine it.  Cambridge, circa 2004.  I’m graduating from law school.  My friends and I are scattering to the far corners of the world.  And by that I mean California, Chicago, DC, and New York.    

This blog actually started as a series of emails that I sent to close friends (read, “anyone who I thought would remember my name after graduation”) in the summer of 2004 (because anything is better then studying for the Bar).  It eventually dawned on me that my close friends may not want to receive daily emails about what I had for lunch, the state of my hair, or the purse I was currently coveting.  This epiphany came about after I received comments from my friends about how they did not want daily emails about what I had for lunch, the state of my hair, or the purse I was currently coveting.  At that moment, a blog was born.  (*Cue music*)

Throughout the many months of maintaining this site, I’ve learned a lot of interesting things.  For one thing, people are oddly fond of cartoon sheep.  More importantly, I’ve learned that I really like writing this blog and, somewhat surprisingly, there are people out there who actually seem to like reading it.  Clearly, my narcissism is now totally justified.  =)  Strangely enough, I’ve also come to develop an unexpected sense of responsibility towards y’all.  Sometimes I write when I’m disinclined to just because I haven’t in too long and occasionally, as I go through my day, I think, “Hmm.  I should write about that.”  (Although this doesn’t happen all that often as my life is woefully uneventful.)    

I started writing as a means of keeping in touch with far-flung friends.  Or at least keeping them informed of what’s going on in my life (I can only hope they do the same).  Having moved multiple times over the past decade, and inevitably leaving good friends behind, I’ve come to realize that it’s the day to day interactions that keep friendships alive.  I get phone calls or emails when someone’s engaged, pregnant, moving, or graduating, but between those moments are vast stretches of silence.  Those silences make up a life moreso then the noisy defining moments though, and it’s in those silences that friendships and relationships are lost.  So that was the real reason I started this blog and the real reason I love reading blogs in general.  I find the minutiae of my friends’ lives fascinating because it makes me feel like I’m still a part of their existence, despite the distance, and that they’re still a part of mine.  I hope you all feel the same way reading this blog. 

(Frog and Wombat, consider the very long-winded gauntlet thrown.)  =)