Why We Share

I wrote kind of a silly, but fun blog post yesterday about breaking my ankle bracelet. And then I was thinking about how I wanted to post that right after it happened. Why we blog. Why we post. Why we share.

This is why we blog. Why we post. Why we share. To make us think about things. To make other people think about things. And then I was wondering, what might people have thought who read that particular blog post?

1. I can't believe she is writing about breaking her ankle bracelet when there are people starving in the world. SHE IS SO SHALLOW.

2. Wow, that exact thing happened to me. It's such a small world.

3. I'm glad someone else is that klutzy. I thought it was just me.

4. Ooooooh, I need an ankle bracelet.

5. Bare legs. Boy, I need to shave mine.

6. Bare feet. Man, I need a pedicure.

7. It's nice that she is so close to her family. I'm glad my family is that close too.

8. It's nice that she is so close to her family. I would give anything to have a family like that.

9. She really loves her husband. I am so very lucky to have mine. I need to go tell him.

10. She really loves her husband. I wish I could find someone to love. This gives me hope.

11. She really loves her husband. Mine died last year. But this makes me appreciate him even more.

12. She really loves her daughter. Maybe I should call Rebecca and apologize. I miss her.

13. If she can write about something like this, maybe I can write too. I think I'll try.

So, what are you thinking?

The Things We Do For Love

I can't believe what I just did. I was sitting at my computer at home in my bare feet and rolled the chair forward slightly with one foot wrapped around the chair leg. The roller on the leg caught on my ankle bracelet, snapped it off and shot it so hard it hit the back of the desk. I had to get on my hands and knees to find it. Is that a fluke accident or what?

I'm so annoyed. I can't believe I broke this silly thing again. I broke it two summers ago by catching it with my thumb as I pulled off a sock.

Tom loves this ankle bracelet. For some reason, it's just something he just really likes. A bare leg, bare foot and that gold ankle bracelet. When it broke the first time, we had to take it to a jewelry store and get it fixed. We went together to pick it up and he urged me to put it on right there. I had to sit down in the mall and fasten it around my ankle. He smiled when he saw it on my ankle.

I guess I'll have to get it fixed again. At this point, it might be cheaper to get another ankle bracelet. But I like this one. I bought it one time in Destin when Liz and I were shopping together. We both got one but hers stretched out for some reason. I still have mine. It was before she was married and had Wesley. It was just the two of us on a hot Florida day, shopping and having fun. I like to remember that day so I keep and wear the ankle bracelet.

And Tom loves it. So, I guess I'm heading to the jewelry store this afternoon to get it fixed. I hope they can do it pretty fast. I wouldn't want him to miss out on a day of me wearing the ankle bracelet. It's the simple things. The things we do for love.