Oh, the Pressure!

Today started out as a very normal day.  I got up late because I went to bed too late and I just couldn't drag myself out from under the covers.  To make matters worse, I was awakened at 2:30 in the morning by a text coming through on my cell phone.  Being as lazy as I am, I didn't actually get out of bed to check the cell phone at that time, but I did manage to snatch it off the dresser as I ran out of the room at 7:59 A.M. in a mad dash to fire up my work computer so I could start the day. (I'm supposed to start work at 8:00 - let's just say I cut it a little too close at times.) Turns out, it was my niece who felt compelled to text me in the middle of the night when most sane people are asleep.  For reasons that I am sure made sense to her at the time, she just had to text me to tell me that she loved me.  Which is actually rather touching in its own little way.  She is a wonderful girl and I love her to death, but her timing leaves something to be desired.

Anyhow, like I said, it was a very normal day for me until I decided to check my blog after work.  I opened the website and scrolled hurriedly to the bottom of the page to check the counter to see how many people had actually come to visit during the day.  (Note:  For those of you who read this and are the inquisitive type, when you look at the counter at the bottom of this page, rest assured that the majority of the visitors here are me, checking the counter to see how many people have visited my page.  I know it's self-defeating, but I just can't seem to help myself.).  The real surprise, however, came as I was scrolling back up to the top.  There, to the side of my posts was an icon with which I was not familiar.  I looked at it more closely, then gasped in surprise and delight.

I had my very first follower!!

I was positively giddy.  I called for my husband so he could marvel at my popularity and congratulate me on my first groupie.  After I clicked on the icon, I realized that my new follower was, of course, one of my dearest friends.  But I definitely did not let that dampen my enthusiasm.  I had a follower!  I was popular!  People would see that my lowly little blog was important enough to generate a disciple and then they would come - those faceless masses from all over the world who would want to follow me too or risk being left out of what was obviously the up-and-coming hot spot on the internet.  What a moment it was as I realized the beginning of my fame and fortune and all the ramifications of being a world famous blogger.  I was euphoric!

Until reality struck. Gradually, as my elation wore off, it dawned on me that if anyone actually did start reading my blog, that meant I had to write.  Frequently. Intelligently.  About interesting stuff.  Okay.

Insert deep breath here.

What in the world was I going to write about?  I think I mentioned in an earlier post that I am a nurse and work from home.  There's not an awful lot of excitement around here.  My dog does some cute things from time to time, but I find that my husband and I are generally the only people who are really amused by that (unless you count my other best friend, but I talk to her on the phone nearly every day so she already knows how cute the dog is and is probably tired of hearing about it.) .  Since I work on protected health information, I certainly can't share any of that or I could face horrible consequences which include, but are not limited to, fines, jail, public hanging, burning at the stake, dismemberment, and taking away my Starbuck's privileges.  I will say, however, that there is rarely a day that goes by that I don't find something highly amusing in at least one of the charts I am reviewing.  It's usually a result of the combination of a doctor with an accent and some voice activated transcription device, and the disconnect can be extreme.  You'll just have to trust me when I say I really wish I could share!

So, back to my dilemma.  What in the world do I hear, see, or do everyday that would translate into an entertaining blog post?  I took a quick inventory of my surroundings and saw a pile of clean laundry that my husband had dumped on the couch so as to make room in the dryer for his clothes, several half-burnt candles from the last thunderstorm that took our power out for several hours, three books I'm going to read 'sometime', a bunch of junk mail that I'm never going to read, and a lot of dog hair, some of which was actually still attached to the sleeping dog.  Not a lot of blog fodder there.  I briefly considered taking on a more exciting profession like lion tamer or pilot or septic tank cleaner, but I dismissed that pretty quickly.  It would take me far too long to learn how to do anything else and then I'd have to leave the house everyday like normal people and ....well.....change out of my 'comfy clothes' (ie: jammies).  Not gonna happen.

So, what do I write about?  I have no idea.  I find that there is a lot of stuff running around in my head - things past, present, and future - that I have wanted to write about for a long time, so I guess I'll start there.  And just maybe, somewhere along the way, I will find some interesting slices of life to serve up to my guests as they arrive and hope that someone, somewhere, enjoys them.