Me too, Iguana.

I feel like I'm five again. My friend has a blog and I want one too. Sure, I know this is illogical. I tell my own children just what my mother told me. "Just because your friend has [fill in the blank], does not mean you should have [fill in the blank]", or some variation of that statement.
But it is true.
I think it would be fun to have a blog.

As a kid, I had these wonderful books...they were called "Sweet Pickles". Do you know them? The Sweet Pickles series featured some sort of life lesson taught by members of the animal kingdom. One of the books spoke to the idea that we are all individuals and do not need to copy other people. It was called "Me, too Iguana". I can see the cover in my mind's eye, and clearly remember that leachy iguana who, in failing to develop her own identity, tried to be like the others. (Not the LOST kind of others, just other people, I mean.) Anyway, I kind of feel like Iguana leaching of off Saara's cool idea to have herself a blog.

Perhaps I should make a case for myself.
Allow me to try.

First, I often find myself narrating my day, thinking in a strange kind of third person narrative.
As though I am a spectator to my own life. I have done this for years and years.
Since I think this way, perhaps transferring my thought to pen (well, keyboard) makes sense.

Second, I need to find myself a computer-based preoccupation that will help me wean myself from the beginnings of a potentially harmful e-bay obsession.

Third, I have some e-savvy friends who would probably read my blog. At least occassionally. Or out of pity.
Hmm...

Yes, I believe I have made a case for my blog.

Further, I think maybe I have wanted a blog all along and just not known it.

What do iguanas know anyway?