My name is Mary and I'm a blogaholic.

I read an article a couple of week's ago titled Are You an Internet Addict?

Of course, I'm not. Really, I am not an internet addict. Internet addicts are those gaming people, right? The World of Warcraft, Call of Duty guys. The guys (notice my gender discrimination here) who are up until 3 am playing when they have to be at work at 8 am the next day. (#8 on the list of common symptoms to watch out for: denial of the problem.)

But it did give me cause for introspection. I guess I can be the first person in the next round of the "Am I blogging too much?" virus that goes around the blog'verse periodically. There are a number of things on the list of common symptoms that my family at least might say were true. I would of course counter that the time I spend blogging is just time I would be spending doing something else non-productive, but you know, to-may-to/to-mah-to.

Then I found this, a photo file of my son--renamed, on my computer screen:



I'm sorry, if that's not blog fodder, I don't know what is. If you don't want me blogging so much, stop giving me material. You're enabling me!

Until tomorrow,

Mary

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