Oz

I am officially addicted to blogging. I love it. I love finding myself lost in far away places late on Sunday night...whenever I can tear away from my world. In the three short weeks since I started this whole blog thing I have gone to see a Mormon Temple in Australia, imagined the inside of a jail cell in Manhattan, the smell of snow in Wisconsin, some strange area of China, ridden in a horse drawn carriage in Baton Rouge, pondered why people eat some foods in Africa, remembered the importance of "the little things," and looked down on the world from a skydivers point of view. I have read of new babies... a lot of new babies, a father's passing, a suprise mother's day present, naughty words that come from innocence lost, blessing's of a year gone by, resolutions of the new one ahead...dreams that came true, new found love, lost hope, lost love and lost teeth. I can't get enough.

I think it is mostly because it makes me feel normal. I love it when I read that there are other mom's that are frustrated with their kids, dad's that are napping, the houses that are not clean, the dog mess; that there is no time to shower and you find your 3 year old painting the baby. I love knowing that I am not alone in the fact that when the phone rings, everyone needs mom at the same second I say "hello." I find it fascinating when a family takes their 7, yes 7, children to a restaurant at the same time, and it was a great night. I feel the longing to be the one that just started out in the new career and the relief that I am comfortable in my own skin now. These blogs take me away for a second, a minute, or maybe, just maybe, even an hour. The quiet time lets me see the green of Tahiti again and the sunset of Florida. It is always amazing and fun! I love to hear of flights across the Atlantic Ocean and bobsled trips in Alaska.

There is one thing I always find out at the end of every blog. Dorothy was right, Toto.....

There's no place like home!