The Lucky Duckling

After much subtle convincing I finally got my ladyfriend to jump into the blogosphere. (However she wanted me to stop using the term blogosphere and ladyfriend will be used less from now on.) When I was in a frenzy of trying to show off my vast knowledge of blogging she asked what would she write about. She is a woman of many talents and could write about a number of things so I suggested that she write about whatever she liked. No rules, just write–or right if you’re Outback Steakhouse. Then I began to think about the content of my blog. There really is no running them unless you count crap…or football during football season. I began to worry that my blog is horrible and I shouldn’t be helping anyone set up a blog as much as I should be concerned with my own product. Then I realized it doesn’t matter. It’s a blog.

I’m someone who worries a lot. Sometimes I worry about ridiculous things. Sometimes worrying turns into anger.  Sometimes I get angry about stupid things. In other words, I can be a bit of a pessimist sometimes. However my girlfriend is a ray of sunshine. A smiling, happy, always-look-at-the-bright-side kind of girl. And that’s great because I need that. (Even though sometimes it ruins the bad mood I might be enjoying.) I think it is apropos that she decided to name her blog The Lucky Duckling. She is  the lucky duckling and so am I.