Well, here I embark on my first step into Blogdom. Otherwise known as Flarmonster or Ken’s wife, I have decided to take that unpredictable move and make my first blog entry. Although, as I attempted this, I realized that it had been so long since Ken showed me how to do it, I had forgotten my login. So I am blogging under his name. [K: Fixed that.] Hey, I guess we are supposed to be one anyway, right??

In my first blog, I would like to take the opportunity to sing the praises of my husband. (Kind and sweet?, or, at a loss for topics? You decide). I mean, I haven’t made the computer a regular part of my day since June 8 2002. Until recently that has had a lot to do with lack of time. Tonight, when I spent my newly-realized free time to read through some of Ken’s past blogs, sifting through the geeky *cough* ones I couldn’t understand, I quite enjoyed myself! It was yet another reminder of how witty, intelligent and sharp my husband is. On the other hand, another thing that prompted me to blogging was the realization that I’m out of the loop! I came to this realiztion through some conversations with loyal bloggers(i.e., someone will remark about a blog on our website, and I will be completely lost.) In an effort to remedy this problem, I have taken the plunge.

So…. I’m not sure what my blogging future is. I mean, I would be tempted to blog mainly about horsey experiences, since that is what I encounter every day at work. I’m not sure what kind of interest there would be in this community to hear about horses all the time.

But, I won’t dwell on that, since my Shoprite Shells and Cheddar (from the Shoprite of Whar of course) and the Nintendo are calling to me. I shall retire and hope for the best in regard to my computer efforts.

Dooce [PG]: Coming to Terms with the Y Chromosome. And I’m not trying to pick a fight or necessarily make a sweeping generalization, it’s just a conclusion I’ve come to after years and years of empirical study. My husband is an airhead, all of his male friends are airheads, all of my friends’ husbands and boyfriends are airheads. I’ve never met an exception. Dooce’s one of those people who is much, much funnier than I am. And, yes, according to this article, I, too, am an airhead.

Mark Pilgrim [PG]: First step. But anyway, after the meal, after the chatter, after the bill is split and the tip is calculated and everyone has run to the bathroom and gathered up their things and said goodnight, I always make it a point to notice that first step outside the restaurant. As I�m stepping outside, crossing the threshhold of the doorway, I purposely take a deep breath and let the outside air fill my lungs. I still do this, to this day. At that moment, I realize that I�ve made it, I�ve survived the evening, I�m still stone cold sober and ready to face whatever lies ahead for the rest of the night.

Palm Infocenter: Hands-on Review: Sony Clie NZ90. Sony has stunned the handheld world once again with the feature-packed NZ90. The NZ90 continues Sony’s mission to create the ultimate multimedia entertainment organizer. It improves on the NX-series with even more features and integrates the most advanced and useful digital camera ever found on a handheld. What I would have bought if we had $800 just lying around.

TheOoze: A Churchless Faith. The post-congregationals have left the building. Not just any building. Our church buildings. That means no Sunday school and donuts at 9 a.m. or worship at 11. No more ‘You preach, I’ll listen.’ On their way out, they were overheard to say: ‘Why won’t someone at least listen to the tough questions?’ ‘If Christianity is about community, why am I so bruised and battered?’ An article that poses more questions than answers about a topic that everyone knows but no one is talking about. What’s interesting, too, is that the author himself seems to have little grasp of the relationships that are required to make a community work in the first place.

Man, linking to PG rated blogs and using the word “sucks” in the title again. Next thing you know I’ll be buyin’ a Harley and takin’ my old lady cross-country to hold up liquor stores.