Why Blog?

So - after my initial angst with blogs and bloggers (the whole point of your innermost thoughts is to keep them innermost - not to make the whole world aware of them), I gave in and got one. For one thing I know our friends and family want to see photos of Wilson (who wouldn't?) and I know sending digital photos through e-mail slows everyone down trying to download them. For another thing, I am married to a website developer - but that doesn't mean I know anything about making or maintaining a site where our friends and family can see what we're doing. And he's busy getting paid to make customer sites and my job is "pro-bono" and that puts it way down on his list. So I decided to try my hand with the enemy blog. This thing has templates - and all you have to do is click the easy buttons. And then, POOF, instant website with our family info on it! It's magic. Or it's technology. I don't understand either. Just as soon as I figure out how to upload digital photos, we will all be set! I give this about a day before Chris complains and he makes me learn how to use a "real" website...

The hardest part - so far - was trying to find a name. You have to name your blog. And, like all things dealing with the web, everything I put in was already taken (it does not pay to be the last one on the bandwagon), so I named it "From North of Here". Just so you don't have to wonder about the name: When I was a freshman at Baylor University in Waco, Texas I went to a rush function for a national service fraternity (I'll leave out their name) with a few girls from our dorm who were interested in being a part of a service organization as opposed to joining a social sorority. While we were there, one of the fraternity members says to me "Your accent sounds like you are from up north." I was shocked to hear I had an accent since I didn't think St. Louisians have accents so I said "Well, yeah, I am from north of here." The girl nodded and said "I thought so. You from Dallas?" No. Just a little further north. Anyhow, it sounded like a good name - and no one else had used it. Lucky me. I did not rush that organization by the way. I joined a social sorority - my sorority sisters had a better understanding of geography.