We're not exciting

So as I woke up this morning, ready to face the gloomy day that San Diego has presented me with, I thought to myself, I haven't added anything to the blog recently. Not that I'm sure that ANYONE is reading it (even if it was a way to keep the various family and friends updated) which brought me to the conclusion that blogs like this are very self-serving. I mean, it's not like I have wonderful stories to tell about our children (but since we don't have any yet, that's out), I don't have a higher purpose in sharing recipes, knitting patterns, or bicycle knowledge (although i'm sure that Steve could do the latter), and for the most part, I don't have witty things to say.

I'm not trying to be self-deprecating, but I realized that this whole blog thing is akin to someone finding a journal under a pillow or left on a cafe chair. You look around - is the person who wrote this diary here? Does s/he see me stealthily open its worn and well-loved binding to peek inside at it contents? and Oh my! What do we have here? A diary full of juicy stories!

um no. you know, that just never happens. unless of course, you're 14 and your diary is full of teenage angst and when you open it and read it 15 years later, you laugh and laugh and laugh. Okay, well, maybe that was just me. In fact, while unpacking here at our new house this summer, I found my old journals from high school and college. My favorite was finding the journal that I kept my first year in NYC. It was full of excitement and angst, and then there was this lovely cryptic last entry, that went something like this - "11/17/99 - So I finally went on a date with this guy Steve. It was really great - we had so much to talk about, he even drove me home back to Queens. My stomach was all a flutter all evening. I think i really like him."

And that was the last entry in the journal - and I have never kept a journal since then. :) I just sat in the office this summer and laughed so hard I almost cried. Talk about teenage diary. Ah, well. I guess we can show it to our kids years later and say, see, this the night that Mommy met Daddy. And that was however many years ago and he still hasn't married her yet. ;) Ha ha. Just kidding. Well, actually, probably not. But that's ok. It obviously is okay or maybe i would still be keeping an angst-filled journal!

Anyway, so the point is, if someone out there IS reading this blog, thanks for checking in every so often to see what we're doing, however self-serving this blog may be.

The good news is that we are headed to Death Valley tomorrow for 3 days of camping, because going camping in a place is that aptly named DEATH Valley just sounds eerie and exciting all rolled into one. Steve finally took a big leap and after 2 years of hemming and hawing, ordered a new digital camera for us. He got a steal of a deal - at all places - Amazon. However, the sad thing is that we think the camera is to be delivered to his office tomorrow afternoon.... and we are leaving for Death Valley in the morning. Crap. Oh well. We still have our oldie, but goodie, and I'll post some picture of Death Valley desert goodness when we return. Maybe then I'll have something interesting to talk about.

Now it's onto the dissertation that never ends.