dear mom

an email i wrote this morning to a couple friends of my mom's, who travel quite extensively around the world, and who i know are keen to hear about my wee adventures here in europe...

dear shelley and marion,

not sure if mom has shared my blog with you.

in my mind, i was starting it as a way to keep in touch with family and friends, since i was writing to so many people all the time, it was starting to not be manageable.

so i thought, oh right, a blog. that way i can write to many people, still make it at least sort of personal, and cut down on the time i spend on email.

well, last week, after reading the first few posts, mom mentioned that she doesn't really understand some (much?) of what i am writing.

she said it sounded like i was drunk.

well, what about that?!

what do i do now?

i find i can really only write one way.

i write how i write.

and now the blog has taken over: when i sit down to spit it out, sometimes it does flow smoothly right out, but sometimes it just sputters.... so takes me a LONG time to write the measlely 250-300 words (and upload the photos).

well, i guess i've answered my own question: i write how i write. so i'll blog how i blog, and i'll have to keep writing email to mom.

love ya, mom.