I hate labels. I love blogs.

The two seem to go together, hand in hand. LOL.

The world of blogging expands my horizons. Stuck here in NE Ohio, with the cows and the corn, there is just not a lot of um, exposure? To anything other than local people, local news. I do watch the national news networks, but they each have their bias's, and I don't feel as though I can really trust anything I hear on those networks.

Fox News is definitely conservative, regardless of the airtime given on Hannity and Colmes to Colmes. CNN is undoubtedly liberal, as are MSNBC and CNBC. Yet, they too give airtime to their conservative contributors.

I have many blogging friends here on the blogosphere. They range from the extremists to the ultra conservative. They are many different religions or lack thereof, and outlooks.

In the past few days, I have been called a Nazi, a conservative, deluded....LOL. Two of them are probably right, I will leave it up to the reader which two.

But I did learn a lesson. Communication is important.

It is easy to comment on another blog, easy to zip off a testy and quick answer to another's thoughful and well prepared blog.

Part of that is my lack of concentration, and time.

I think I could have been an ivory tower academic, if given half the chance. Last night, I mentioned to my husband that I would really like to learn ancient hebrew and arabic. He said, well why don't you.

um. well.

Because it would entail literally HOURS of solitude. With no interruptions.

Since I sat down at the computer this morning to read my email, check up on my blog friends sites, and do my daily morning computer routine I have had seventeen trips to the Pint's bedroom where ½ Pint is on the Ty dot com electronic beanie babies web site, which is slow this morning. ½ Pint, being five years old, gets frustrated when she clicks and there is a lag between the click and wherever it is she wishes to go on the site. She doesn't read well yet, and so doesn't get the 'waiting' notice. I mean, the notice is DISPLAYED, she just doesn't get what it means.

DH and Pint were sitting at the table having a conversation about walruses. Loudly. Neither of them seem to be able to converse in a normal voice. The Peanut Butter (Nursey's stupid chihuahua who embodies everything there is to hate about chihuahua's – and is the daughter of MY chihuahua Spikey) is barking randomly at the horses next door who have finally come out to sample the sun. Monster has had to be let outside twice, and then has spent the time back inside barking at Peanut Butter barking at the horses.

Spikey, who is so fat now she cannot hardly do anything at all but walk, and has been on a diet for the last two years to no avail, is digging her claws into my knees, trying to get me to pick her up and put her little cement self on my lap.

I have started the dishwasher.

Answered the phone when DH was sitting closer than I was. Wiped one butt. Had two arguments with an 8 year old.

Given two doses of Amoxicillin. Taken two extra strenth Tylenol. Listened to the breakdown of a phone conversation I didn't want to hear.

Yah. So, when exactly would there be, in my life, the quiet time necessary to learn an ancient language.

From the other room..again...”Meemaw, Pint is looking over my shoulder again and it's MY turn on the computer.”

sigh.

So, for all my blogger friends. IF I comment on your blog, and it seems rather a barking mess, it may contain parts of what I wish to say, but it may NOT be in a cohesive, well thought out form.

Because I didn't choose the ivory tower academic life, where I could throw myself into work. Perhaps, if I had a wife such as myself, to keep the kidlets away, bring me hot cups of coffee, make my meals, wash my clothing, rub my back when it becomes tense....perhaps then, I could write answers that are well thought out, on point the entire time, organized in such a manner that my thoughts come through in a manner which is easy to digest.

But, alas and alack!! That is not to be. Till then, if I do fire off an answer, and it seems a big abrupt, before you jump down my throat, ask me what I really meant. Or not, if it makes you feel better to jump down my throat. It's all good in the blogosphere...

Peace.