392 Family: December 2004 Archives

There is nothing like being smitten by your daughter.

My wife was explaining the Christmas story to the children on the way to church this morning.

She was explaining in detail how the story takes place very long ago. Matthew was paying close attention and added "Probably they rode dinosaurs." That amused me to no end. I imagined Mary riding to Bethlehem on a dinosaur, like it was happening in the "Land of the Lost".

"Elise you should be aware that I'm only four; I'm just a little boy."

--Matthew

I recall my Driver's Education instructor talking about angry driving. He seemed quite adamant that angry driving can lead to missed exits, accidents or at the very least tickets for speeding.

One day, while I was driving during the on-the-road segment of the class, he told a classmate named Shaun and I about a driving dream he had experienced. In his dream, the instructor was being chased in a car by some evil doers. He led them to a place where he knew there was a high cliff and purposely tricked them into driving right over the edge of the cliff. He was quite shook up by his dream. At the moment he realized he had killed his pursuers he also realized that his wife who had died some years previous had been sitting in the passenger seat for the entire duration of his dream. His recounted dream has haunted me to this day.

While I understand his rationale about angry driving I'm not quite as certain about angry blogging? Where does angry blogging lead? Does it lead down the rabbit hole, where no one but the white rabbit is meant to go?

I guess it only matters if the target of one's anger is either a regular reader or at least able to read between the lines.

I've thought about blogging anonymously. It has advantages as discussed by the always eloquent Monica. I would certainly be much more willing to bare certain aspects of my soul if I knew I wouldn't have to explain my posts to anyone or have my next employer looking them up.

In the final analysis, I don't think anonymous blogging would be nearly as much fun or ego building for me. I've always described my blogging as a pathetic "cry for help". I can't be helped if you don't know who I am.

Jennie warmed my heart by both quoting me and riffing on this very topic recently. (It's like Christmas comes early when I see someone quoting me.)