It's not that I haven't wanted to post a blog, every day I think, "OK, today's the day I'm gonna start a routine of regular postings." But milliseconds after I think "blog" the army of doubts come marching in. What topic is good enough? What's compelling? What would Wil Wheaton do???

Like yesterday I was thinking about how I seriously think I have ADD. I'm serious. You should see how I clean my kitchen, and I use the term "clean" loosely. First I'll put away a few forks from the dishwasher. Then I'll think, "oh, maybe I should start some rice for dinner." I'll get the rice out of the fridge (I'm a grains-in-the-fridge girl) and, because I didn't close them all the way last time (total ADD) I spill a whole bunch on the floor. On my way to get the dustbuster, I pass a bunch of old books we have and my eyes fall upon The Autobiography of Mark Twain. I don't know where in the world I got that from, probably it was my grand-father's. I consider sitting down and reading. What in the world am I doing? I started out emptying the dishwasher and somehow wound up contemplating Mark Twain via rice-much of which is still on the floor.

Next I decide to google ADD. Sure enough, a high level of distractability with moments of hyper concentration show up as a symptom. Then I have to take a break by perusing Zappos.com. I can't decide if I want "sandals", "casual", or "dress", so I just go through everything available in size 5. Now 45 minutes after I began empyting the dishwasher, two forks have been put away, grains of rice decorate my floor, the dustbuster has been taken out but is  still parked by the fridge, and I'm sitting amidst the chaos scrolling thru 137 pages of size 5 shoes.

So I think, OK, that's my blog for today. But my Deputy of Doubt says, "God Martha, who in the world would care about that?" OK, better talk about Angelina Jolie and how I have an adoption addiction too.Dogs. I swear I'd have 40! Nah, that's no good. How about the Idol-Aid? What about how Bono insists on wearing sunglasses at every possible opportunity. His heart's obviously in the right place, but how 'bout a dose of "getting real"??? Yeah, but tons of legit critics will address Idol, that's not really my niche. I'm more of a "foibles of my life" communicator. Why? I always feel like if I can make one person feel not alone, it's a good thing. Maybe someone will send me an e-mail saying, "Hey Martha, I have the same problem with my kitchen. What works for me is..." and that'd be amazing. Making the world a better place, one confession at a time. Maybe that's what John Lennon and Paul McCartney meant when they sang, "Come together, over me." Then again, maybe that's not what they meant at all, so I better drop that tangent like a hot potato!

I can't decide. Too many ideas, none emerging as the perfect one. So "Happy Easter" continues to be my reigning blog. Hey maybe the Easter Bunny has ADD too. He leaves his eggs all over the place!!!

xoxoxo, Martha

Oh what the hell, I'll hit "publish".