Let me be honest, I’m not your typical, words free flowing “out of the box” blogger. By that I mean I always find it difficult to pull topics of interest out of that proverbial hat and most times I just write according to my gut feeling on something that I feel might be important. However, due to this level of spontaenity, I’m often second guessing myself to the point where most posts (or articles) that I write end up on the cutting room floor.
Either people are anxious to see fresh content or I’m just reading into it, either way, I’ve been passed a book baton by Greg, Phu and Khaled.
Number of Books on Shelf
Oh wow. Truthfully, there are about 100 books on the small bookshelf in our living room and scattered throughout our apartment I’d estimate that I’ve collected over 3-400 books that run the gamut as far as different subject matter. The plan is that when we finally take the plunge and purchase a house to store our material items, that we’ll set up more bookshelf space to properly (for once) store these books.
As far as blogging is concerned, I’ve been a bit out of the loop lately. You could attribute it to the daily ritual of letting life’s responsibilities take focus or another excuse could be that I really haven’t had much to say of as late.
Honestly, I could wag, point or wiggle a finger in the direction of either excuse if it really came down to it, but instead I’ll just relinquish any excuse and steer my attention towards maintaining a sense of stability in regards to the lifeline of this site.
For many, the 4th of July is a time to celebrate the history of American independence. It truly marks the official start of summer; the aroma of freshly cooked barbeque, the roar of crowds at sporting events, the looming boom of fireworks exploding in the distance and more importantly a time for families to gather together and wax nostalgic.
For my family and I, the 4th of July brings forth a series of memories of my Uncle Steve, who died four years ago of schleroderma.
