Blog, Shmog

I am not a confident writer. I tend to ramble, I'd be lost without spell check and a few weeks ago Mr. Max spilled my coffee all over the keyboard and now the left shift button is useless. I'm left with the options of relearning how to type or going with the carefree, nothing is capitalized, look. I am not care free. So with these confessions I begin begin this blog. Not because of a passion for writing but simply because I know I'm supposed to. I get told a lot that I should write a book detailing the everyday life of the Johnston household, mostly because my kids are of the adventurous sort and will eventually be the death of me. But what these people don't know is that only one of the four J boys has a baby book, the other three just have calendars with scribbled down notes on them that will hopefully get put into a scrapbook or something before they have grandchildren. I figure that if I can't fill in the prompted blanks about baby's first tooth then a book is out of the question. So here we are, blog, and I don't know if I like you yet. Honestly, the idea of putting my thoughts and feelings on here is not a comfortable one. Combine that with the fact that I have to relearn how to type just to make you a reality and that's more than enough to make me give upon you already. But I'm studying self discipline (again) and perseverance (again) and its funny how those two pal around with obedience. So ready or not, here we go.