What is a Blog anyway??

Here we go, wow, my first blog post. So, I’m going to write a blog….yep, here’s my blog. . . . Well now, this is kind of embarrassing, but blog, what a funny word. Quick, ask google, “What is a blog?”

noun

1. a regularly updated website or web page, typically one run by an individual or small group, that is written in an informal or conversational style.

verb

1. add new material to or regularly update a blog.

"it's about a week since I last blogged"

That’s kind of what I figured, but where does the word “blog” come from? Wikipedia, can help me here, type in blog and look for the Wikipedia entry.

A blog (a truncation of "weblog") is a discussion or informational website published on the World Wide Web consisting of discrete, often informal diary-style text entries (posts).

Now we’re getting somewhere. Informal diary-style text entries. When I was 9 years old I had a diary. I’m pretty sure it’s in a box in the basement. I find the box and dig through the mementos from my wedding, my MSU graduation cap, old school papers and locate my younger self’s diary. I have no idea why I’ve kept it all these years but I’m glad I did. This could be the answer to blogging prays. I’m sure it’s filled with ideas and inspiration for future blogs.

My hands tremble and my heart skips a beat as I hold the old diary. What has my younger self written to me? I remember the diary, but do not remember actually writing in it. It has a gold fabric-striped cover and the pages have golden edges. How fancy! It’s small but thick, and has a lock to keep its secret contents from prying eyes. It’s locked. Oh the wonderful thoughts and secret desires of a young girl must be contained within. Fortunately, a little poking with the end of a paper clip opens the lock, because the key is long gone.

I flip to the first entry, my God, my handwriting was awful. Did I not have a decent pencil? There in shaky cursive it says, “Played with Linda.” Linda is my sister and we did play together, a lot. I flip through the diary.

The entries go something like this.

Played with Linda

Played with Linda and Michael

Played with Linda

Went to Brownies

Grandma and Grandpa came over

Well, this is boring, but in a way delightful. I had a boring childhood. I spent my days playing with my sister, neighbors and having my grandparents visit. I was probably way too young for a diary and the entries are sporadic and soon I had lost interest in the diary completely. I was far too busy with Linda. And I don’t need the diary to remember those afternoons with Barbie dolls spread over the living room floor, Lego car races in the kitchen or the long games of pinnacle. With my grandparents I remember playing memory at the dining room table, watching my grandmother cook and bouncing a balloon around with my grandfather. Not exactly diary material.

Hopefully by blogs will be more interesting.