Blogging is hard work!

Right at this minute, I am standing at my kitchen counter, browsing through the list of blogs that I read and thinking why don't I blog more?  I read all these amazing blogs, some that are just plain funny, some that are mainly about what their family did that week, and some that have so much depth to them, I feel like I just came out of a therapy session.  Maybe not, I don't know what a therapy session is like.  I probably should, I really think I could benefit from someone telling my where my quirky behaviors stem from.  Whatever.  Anyway, so I'm thinking, how in the world do these women come up with this stuff?  How do they make the every day things that we all go through seem like the most amazing ordeal ever when it happens to them?  I mean, taking my kids to the grocery store does not a clever story make.  Maybe if I wrote about the um, questionable people we see sometimes, but by the time I get home with 5 kids, I've all but forgotten about smelly Joe and his 800 pound wife who were fighting over who got to ride in the electric cart.  My kids are pretty well behaved, so I don't normally have stories about kids chucking glass jars of jelly at each other from opposite sides of the aisle. ^knock on wood^

I'm not sure, but I think I may have figured out why I'm not a blogging type.  Here it is:  I'm not a talker.  In general, I like to listen to people.  I like to hear funny stories.  I like to hear about people's days.  I like to hear testimonies about things.  I like to form opinions on things, but, unless I'm talking to my family or close friends, I won't really tell you my opinion on something unless you ask me for it.  I for sure won't force my opinion on you.  Now, when it comes to the important things in life, of course I want everyone to agree with my way of thinking.  I mean, I am right, after all. ;)  But in matters of personal preference about mundane topics, I really don't care what other people think, so why would they care what I think?  Is that a wrong way of thinking or just a different way of thinking?  See?  I.don't.care. 

I've never been labeled a social butterfly or outgoing or the life of the party, but that's fine by me.  That's how God made me and last time I checked, He doesn't make mistakes.  On the flip side, I would hope that I've never been labeled pushy or obnoxious or overbearing.  (maybe I have...) Obviously there are drawbacks to being an introvert.  Of course, I love talking to my family and friends, but I do have a hard time striking up conversation with people I don't know.  I can do it, but it's WAY out of my comfort zone.  Once the conversation gets going, I get interested and it's easy, but to get there, I have to start with feeling really uncomfortable.  Me no likey. 

That's where my husband comes in. He is the direct opposite of me.  He talks. A lot.  And that's perfectly okay with me (most of the time) because he can start conversation.  We balance each other, just like any married couple should.  I drive him nuts sometimes, he drives me nuts other times.  It's give and take. :)  Oh, but when we're arguing, I can totally take him down.  I think it's because I get ahead of the argument and imagine what he would say to what I'm about to say and then I think of a reply to that.  I know, it's a gift.  or a curse.  I'm not sure which. 

Anyway, all that to say, I don't blog that often because I don't have much to say.  I love my life.  I love living, I love my God, I love my husband, my kids, my family and friends.  My Jesus has given me lots of gifts and talents.  A gift with words would not be one of them. 
Unless I'm arguing.
Maybe I should have been a lawyer.
Yeah, no. Too much talking.

Okay, enough of this nonsense, I'll leave you with a sweet picture of the kids playing in snow.