birthday roses from my husband, birthday rhubarb pie from my best friend

Saturday mornings are luxury somehow!?!? My husband goes to his men's group at church.

And I indulge myself and look at new blogs.

I typed in an incorrect spelling this morning and found heartsprings.

She apparently is a writer, but she doesn't write enough...for me!??! Once a month?!
She made me cry, of course, as that seems to be my criteria for a blog I love!?!? But there is no way to leave a comment for her or to let her know I am following her!??

Maybe I shouldn't have a place for comments on my blog.

Then I would never be hopeful...or disappointed.

But I keep on keeping on...

for me...

It is really what I want, to be able to do this basically anonymously, as I have always kept my journal. But there's something about doing it now within the context of 'an online blog community' that takes 'my journal' into a different realm. I never ever expected anyone to read my journals, except after I was dead and gone...

But doing it on line...there's an expectation of reception, exceptance...interest...that I just have not been priveledged to...and as sad as it sounds "I want to be liked like eveyone else. Why doesn't anyone like me?!?"