So here it is the first day of my blog.  EVER.  And the internet has been alive and well for a LONG time now.  I’m not sure how long – maybe you should ask Al Gore.

I have read a few blogs (like 3 total) on and off for about 6 months.  I’ve been lucky enough to have read some wildly entertaining ones; one of which belongs to a dear friend of mine.  Yes, I will admit I've increasingly found myself wasting copious amounts of time reading blogs.  Laundry?  Who cares.  Dinner?  Screw it.  Personal hygiene?  Why?  I just find it highly entertaining to take a peek into other people's lives.  Folks have a way of letting their guard down when blogging and that makes for a nice slice of reality.

I also found that I learned more about friends' own daily goings ons through their blogs than through everyday conversations. It made me realize that the ideal way for me to stay close to my friends  and family after moving out of state would be to maintain a blog.  That and I don’t yet have a new Psychotherapist here in Texas and this is cheaper besides.  And did I mention that I love to express myself in writing?  Always have.  When I was a child, I used to write long l-o-n-g stories in my best cursive, of course, and force my poor parents to read the never ending dribble as I sat boring my eyes intently into them, interpreting every display of emotion on their faces.    The main characters were always horses, with names I wished were my own, and nothing of consequence really ever happened in these tales, but Mom and Dad could have fooled me.  They acted like my pathetic attempts at fiction were worthy of the Caldecott medal.  

Parents should be paid for all of the outstanding acting they are forced to do!

I myself would have an Oscar by now.

Anywho, once I moved past horses named, Debbie and Jessica as my primary characters, I found that I didn’t particularly want ANYONE to read my writing…as in EVER!  I totally get the concept of choosing to be an anonymous author.  So blogging is scary for me.  I hate being the center of attention and I hate to be judged.  So this is like stepping off of a cliff…but then I figured, most of you don’t know me and never will, so screw it.  And if you do know me and STILL like me after knowing me, then I guess you are pretty steady.

I was also worried that I wouldn't have anything to write about...especially since I don't have LITTLE children anymore - my boys being 16, 13 and 9.  I mean I don't have any current funny diaper blow out stories and what not - HOWEVER, I decided that you know what?  My kids are even grosser, more embarrassing, and cause more problems than any old baby could.  Plus, I still have my memories of their younger years to pull out of the drawer if I get desperate.  And trust me, there are more than a few gems in that drawer.  Sometimes I think I must have the most embarrassing life ever.

  Well, anyway, thanks for reading and please don’t look at me or judge me. I’m a delicate little flower subject to lifelong wounding.