WHY I STARTED BLOGGING

A year ago I didn't have internet service. As a matter of fact, my computer was from 1993, it was first thing the pie eater (ex-husband and no! not that kind of pie) and I went in debt for . When we met and married, we were both debt free.

Last March, the Squirrel calls me, the conversation went like this:

Squirrel: I need you mailing address.
Me: You know my address silly. You send me cards all the time.
Squirrel: I know, but I have to know it now.
Me: Why?
Squirrel: Listen! I have to be in surgery in 10 minutes, just give my your address!
Me: Whatever! yadda yadda yadda. The yadda is me giving her my address.

Later that night, we hook up for dinner.

Me: Why did you need my address?
Squirrel: I ordered you a Dell. It will be delivered to your house.

Now Squirrel laying these types of gift's on me is pretty much the norm. I am the spoiled BABY sister.

Of course I'm at work while they are trying to deliver it, so I get off an hour early to pick it up. I have the coolest boss. Cool in way's I could never explain.

I get it home, set it up, and immediately go for the games. Of course Crab know's I now have a brand new puter. I had heard her talk about blogging before, but thought it was...a silly way for one to spend their free time. She is on the phone with me daily trying to convince me to go online. (Crab hate's the phone, so I figure there must be something to it) Two weeks later, I'm calling the cable company to hook me with internet service. I even make the appointment for two weeks after the call. Oh, they offered it up in three days. They will do that when it come's to making more money off someone, but I made them wait two week's before coming.

Here I sit with internet service. I don't have a clue as to why I agreed, but I did. I hit Crabby's blog and left a comment on a post she did the week before. She laughed and explained to stay with the current post.

It didn't take long for me to decide I didn't like being anon, so I created my own blog. I did everything they said and somehow managed to delete it. WTF? I cried to myself. i start hitting Crab's blog just begging for help. Who show's up? Barman. Barman is my hero. He came out into cyber space, found my blog and started commenting. A few minutes later, Denny showed up and then finally Crab. I think Crab was watching that awful American Idol, so she didn't know what was going on.

I came home the next day and Crab had my blog all starightened out. She even had my blog roll. I still don't know how to do the blog roll thingy, so that's why it hasn't been updated to add my new favorites blogs. Sorry g. If I new how, you would be on it.

Why the name Man Eater? You ask. Crab named me. I have been divorced almost six years. (6 in May) I have been out with seven guy's since then. Out of the seven, two had potential, but too much baggage. The other five didn't get a second date and I even left one of them at the movie theatre.

G, being new to my blog, has missed out on a lot of my past post's. I deleted it again this past August or early September, I don't remember. The second time was on purpose. I was getting way too addicted to being online and was going to stop altogether. Lucky for me, Milkmaid, (Crab's partner in crime) had access to my password and stuff, so she had me saved somewhere and when Crab told me to bring my blog back, Milky was there to help. She is the reason I have this way too cool template.

I may post some of the worst dates ever, but I will never do my "Manny After Dark" again. I shouldn't have posted them in the first place and if I brought shame on my family, I'm sorry.

There you have it. Why I blog. I do enjoy it. I wish I could be out playing during the day while the rest of you are online, but I have a mortgage to pay so I have to work. I am just happy you all comment while I'm out making the kitty litter money. You all make coming home from work, seem less lonely and for that, I thank you.

Hugs and Hairpulls.