The initial buzz about Posterous didn't do much to inspire me to try it. I didn't have time for the blogs and other social media tools that I was using, why would I try a mini-blogging platform whose most important feature seemed to be blog via email capability. I was trying to find ways to use email less often not more often. I figured Posterous just wasn't a tool I'd use. Yet I found myself drawn back to Posterous, over and over again. Each time, it was the blog via email functionality that I just couldn't wrap my head around.

'Tis the season for spreading good cheer and good karma gods by thanking the people who've made our lives better, happier, easier, and smarter. A big thank you goes to the BlogHer community. You, and you, and you, and also all of you. Thank you. There are too many of you for me to put on a five thank yous list. There lies the problem, saying thank you is hard because once you start, it's really hard to stop.

How I long for the days when my children were little and the day after Halloween meant writing sweet letters to Santa, with a page (or three) full of gift ideas. What I wouldn't give for children fighting over the Wish Books and the toy catalogs so they could make their wish lists early.

I've been a fan of the Twilight books since long before there was Twilight mania. But the Twilight movie, ugh. I never wanted to see another Twilight related movie again. It was so bad that it was even hard to heckle. And if I can't heckle something... Did I say ugh? What was I thinking when I agreed to take RJ, her sister and her only slightly hesitant brother to see New Moon - at 7pm on Friday night? I'd like to blame menopause but I think I'll blame Honeybeast instead. It was HER idea.

As we move closer and closer to the holidays, I'm feeling a wee bit anxious. Sort of like waiting for the proverbial stuff to hit the fan. Caregiving is like that. A caregiver named Fern, quoted on About.com, said: “I wish the calendar would flip directly from November to January. We just got settled into our routine since Mom moved in with us. As I look at my calendar, all I see are more things on the to-do list, extra burdens, and the chaos of disrupted schedules.”