Can’t believe I’m nearing a year of blogging. I love, absolutely love, writing here and can’t tell you how encouraged I’ve been by all of your comments.
I was feeling a little nostalgic and decided to link to a few of my favorite posts from the last year.
My first post
That silly beret
Best detergent ever
Favorite picture
My hero
Why I started this thing
Man-speak
The one about pee
Joining the Army
After a year, I’m also kinda wondering what you like to read here. Please comment, even if you’ve never commented before, and help me out. Do you come for the Army stuff, the mommy stuff, or maybe even my weak attempts at humor? Would love to hear your opinion.
Finally, thank you. I don’t know how long I’ll keep this blogging thing up, but right now it’s a integral part of my life.
Blogger: a person who keeps a Web log (blog) or publishes an online diary
I’m attending an event tonight tailored to mommy bloggers. When a friend asked me to go, I thought, Sure, girls night at a spa. Sounds good to me. It wasn’t until this morning only a few hours before the event that I freaked out. FRAUD! I can’t go to a blogging event with women that have dedicated their lives for YEARS to blogging. Sure I blog, but does writing my opinion about baby diapers and urinals really make me a blogger?
Thinking back to when I started this website a few months ago, I can honestly say I didn’t do it to become a “blogger.” The idea started when I visited my parent’s farm last summer and happened to run into the daughter of one of their close friends. She recently graduated from high school and planned to attend Gonzaga University, my ROTC Alma mater. She told me she was considering the Army ROTC program there and asked if I could give her any information about my experience in ROTC and the Army. As I studied this sweet seventeen-year-old farm girl and formed my response, I couldn’t help but see myself 15 years prior. How could I tell her in only a few minutes all the ways my life changed since joining the Army?
I can’t remember exactly what I said, but when I returned back home to Colorado that chance meeting still bothered me. I felt the weight not only of her decision, but every woman that debated joining the Army. A few weeks later after some soul searching, dreaded computer programming, and my thirtieth birthday, From Military to Mom was born. Each time I post, a little bit of that weight is relieved and I hope by the time I’ve told all of my stories, I’ll have a better answer for those future Army girls.
Am I a blogger? I guess so. I may be a newbie, but I’m glad I started this website. Twelve plus years in the Army and four years as a mom has given me a thing or two to write about. Now, to find something to wear as these black yoga pants and Hubby’s Gonzaga sweatshirt don’t exactly scream professional.
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