Confessions

I have logged onto my blog every night for the past week, and yet no new posts. I spend all this time musing about wonderful, witty things to put on my blog. Something to entice readers, a contest maybe.

I even wrote an entire blog about the progress of my eczema, excruciatingly detailed....it is never to be posted. Although, it is much better after a round of heavy duty steroid cream and an intense round of internal steroids. Yes, I am off of them, no it wasn't long enough to do any sort of damage, and no I didn't have "roid rage."

The funny thing about living away from home is, the

longer you are away from home, the more homesick you become.

So, I have been having a a pity party for one about how lame my blog is, and sulking with blog envy after a prolonged session of blog-stalking when a conversation my dad had with me a month or so ago popped into my mind.

My dad reminded me that first and foremost, I am a good writer, and people actually do read my blog. Secondly, the blog is for me (and Mike, who blogstalks me), it's a journal of my adventures here in New Zealand.

So, I am removing all ads from my blog, yes I made about 13 cents, yes I know some of you cursed the ads each time you popped onto my blog. Next, I have vowed to blog about the things I find interesting, the things I love, the things I miss (like peppo the smelly cat), and how life in the down under under is wonderful, but it's hard to be so far from home, and sometimes all you want is somewhere to feel at home.

Maybe what my blog should really be is a place that feels like home, like when you go to your mom's (or mother-in-law's) house and it is warm and inviting and there is food cooking and people laughing, and if you are at my house there are

two crazy cats wreaking havoc. Perhaps I should add a fireplace and a rug....to tie the blog together.

Like my dad always says, "Just remember, wherever you go, there you are." Well I am here, and this is my blog, and this is Peppo, the smelly cat.