A friend of mine has obviously been living in a cave. The other night at dinner, she asked "So, what is a blog?"

What is a blog?!

Was she serious? Shock! Seriously living in a cave, a dark dreary cave with no Internet access! Not to mention, this was the signal for me to catch said-person up on the last several months of my life, because, *gasp* she did not read *my* blog. I forgot what its like for everyone not to know the stupid ins-and-outs of my boring days and stream of thought.

Ah, I know my inner monologue, complete with its substandard grammar and spelling isn't exactly always riveting reading (though I like to think that I have my moments). I just take it for granted that you read this. But, apparently, there are still people who live in caves and have never heard of this strange thing called a "blog" let alone have the time (or stamina or interest) to read about the inane on-goings of my life.

For the record this is my 872nd blog entry and I started blogging on August 3, 2001. The reason I started this blog was to spare my family and friends yet another lengthy e-mail about my Swiss adventures. I never planned on continuing it once I settled into "boring" Houston life. But here I am. Nearly 4 years later. I've almost been out of university for as long as I was in university. Bizarre. I'm not old, am I? Nope. Not quite yet. Getting closer though. My cousins told me I didn't count as a "grown up" yet, just the cool older cousin with a credit card and a drivers' license. Yep. That's me. A kid with resources.