I often enjoy playing with oxymorons. I don't remember when I learned the term oxymoron and what it meant, but I'm pretty sure the first oxymoron I remember is "beautiful monster" from Frankenstein, the book by Mary Shelley, so it was probably sometime in college. I often wish I would've had a better education...at least my children know what an oxymoron is before they hit college.
I have a Facebook account. It's a bit strange, the bulk of my friends are really quasi-friends, a few relatives and just a sprinkle of people I could honestly call a "friend." So, I hesitate to make posts, here at this blog, I virtually anonymous. I know blogs have been around a long time, but now that I've actually begun one, I look at some others. I was shocked by how many "mommy" type blogs there are, or blogs centering on the family. I think that's great, but I don't really want to read any of those. I've done a lot of parenting, maybe I'm getting burned out, having three boys and all the boy energy in this small house I live in.
You know I'd be embarrassed right now to admit this is my blog to anyone who really knows me outside of my husband. He gave me a Dell notebook for Christmas (I had greedily asked for a 'laptop.') He surprises me with a computer already set up, even with my customary password as an entry...oh, I wish I could write when I'm more in the "mode." So far I just write when I've got a few minutes... And I don't make a lot of sense. And I don't edit. God forgive me for putting this crap out on Blogger and help me to get better at what I do.
~Liz
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