Seven

My friend, Jennifer, and I recently had a conversation about food. I told her that our taste buds change every seven years. It's true. Well, it's true as far as I know. In fact, I know a lot of stuff, kinda. You want me on your trivia team. Trust me on this one. But, that's not the point of this post. Unless you are looking for a trivia team member, then here I am!

Anyway ...

We then talked about how things seem to change every seven years. You keep your tax stuff and financial stuff for seven years. Seven is supposed to be a lucky number. Seven is a Biblical significant number. And it got me to thinking about my writing--my blogging.

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I actually started blogging (for the third time) in January of 2006. I've been blogging for over seven years. Eight years, if you want to get all mathematical about it.

Since then, we've moved several times; I've gotten two IUDs (not at the same time); Daughter 1 is starting her last year of middle school; Brian was outted as The Dad; I've become a published author! (You've read my books, right?) I've scored a regular segment on Tulsa Live. I'm a syndicated columnist. Brian and I have changed jobs ... twice for me, more for Brian. Daughter 2 is becoming quite the softball player, and Daughter 1 will certainly be the next Christina Kim.

And in the past few months, our lives have changed even more since my own momma had her stroke and has now moved in with us. (She's doing very well, y'all. Thanks for the thoughts and prayers!)

What's my point? I'm not really sure other than my blogging has suffered. I'm still, though, composing blog posts in my head almost constantly. Blogging, my friends, is one of my favorite things ... I'm not sure why I've forsaken it in the past few months, but I plan on changing that.

For the next seven days? I will blog. Daily. That's one week.

Seven.

Keep reading. I'll be back tomorrow.

#NaBloPoMo: My first ever blog post ... or why I started blogging

Almost seven years ago, I started a blog. The truth is that I had started a couple of blogs before then, but couldn't remember what they were called or where they were located or what I said. And I didn't tell anyone about them. What if they read them, y'all??

Then, I got an email from my cousin Maggie. She had started a blog.

Me, The Daughters, My Own Momma and my cousin Maggie at
Listen To Your Mother--OKC, one of the many, many opportunities
the blogging has presented to me.

She has two kids, and our younger kidlets were born just a few months apart. She lived in a small-ish town in the northwestern part of our state. She was far, far from home. A blog was a great way for her to keep the rest of the world outside of northwestern Oklahoma in touch with her family and her life.

So, I started a blog, again. (It was a riviting first post, y'all.) Ya know. To keep the rest of the world outside of northeastern Oklahoma in touch with my family and my life. Also, I wanted to keep up with Maggie.

It turned out that I really liked blogging. I started telling people about my blog. I emailed everyone I know to tell them about my blog. I wanted everyone to read it, and, in case I forgot the address again, I'd have a hundred or so people with an email from me telling all about it.

I evolved and started blogging on a local newsite. I kept it fairly anonymous and called myself Minivan Momma. Then, one week after turning down a job to manage their website, the site was redesigned and Minivan Momma, which had quite a following, was homeless. And that's when I started this little gig. (Very evolved first post--go give it a read.)

And there ya have it. How I got my oversharing start.

P.S.:  About a year later, I got an email from an old high school friend. She informed me that another one of our classmates had started a blog, and she said I should check it out. It was a pretty fun read.