You’re the meaning in my life, you’re the inspiration
Hey friends! Welcome to my blog. Before I launch straight into my ‘front line’ tales, I thought it might be important to introduce myself to everyone who might stumble upon this. That said, most of you reading this probably already know me in some capacity and probably heard about it from me whoring it out on Facebook. Thanks for your support, and I hope that in writing this everyone doesn’t figure out how really boring I am and stops reading.
I finally made the decision to start this blog for several reasons, but instead of putting you to sleep with all of them I will give you the top three.
1.) I totally suck at keeping up with baby books. Suck, suck, suck. My poor kids, Charlie’s ended when he was about 6 months old, and I don’t even think that Tilly’s made it all the way to her birth. Currently, they are sitting in my husbands office, picture less, with very little writing inside. Total suck. Since the super chocolate inter web lasts forever, this is going to be my baby book to both my children. I am not a scrapbookie, crafty sort of mom, but I do like to write, so there we go.
2.) My husband works stupid long hours, and when most of your daily interactions are with two small people, another outlet is necessary to avoid insanity or alcohol and drug dependency. I truly, truly believe that my kids are amazing, but being home with them has its challenges. Due to this, on many nights, by the time Nick gets home, I am so starved for conversation with the grown up that I am often like a puppy when he arrives in the door. After 10-12 hours at a desk, on the phone, researching stuff, or writing emails, he doesn’t really want to be pounced upon immediately after walking in the door. So I started writing for my own sanity.
3.) People have told me that I’m funny. Way back in a pre-Facebook world, back when I was still teaching high school, I would email my friends hilarious stories of stuff that happened in my classroom. Many of my friends told me that I needed to write these things down. My friend Stef was the most adamant about it. Then my BFF Sara bullied me into joining Facebook, and eventually I started using Facebook to reach out to my friends about daily life. And people liked it, many were probably just trying to be nice, but if that is the case the the joke is on you! :)
So, that catches us up and here we are.
If you are still here….
Hang out. Grab a glass of wine. Relax. Read and hopefully enjoy.
Sandee: My daughter and your friend, Maggie, are friends and Maggie’s post today about your blog led me to it.
I also love to write and have been told I’m pretty funny. I’m at the other end of the age spectrum (68 in a few days), widowed in the last 3-1/2 years and participating in online dating in the last 2 years. I feel like I have enough material from these very weird men I’ve met to do stand-up for a week! Anyway, it’s been suggested that I blog on it, but I’ve been dragging my feet.
Your adventures into motherhood have had me in hysterics all day. Between the story of your near-apprehension by the Costco guards and your last post about the flu and the lifelong trauma you’ve caused your kids by witnessing it, I’m done in for the night.
Just wanted you to know how much I enjoyed your writing and even though I don’t have a clue as to how to begin, I will aspire to be as funny as you…..just on the subject of still horny 70-year olds who couldn’t carry on a conversaton if their life depended upon it…….thanks for the laughs……Karen
by: Karen Herbert, Jan 6th at 10:53 pm
Ha! I did the same with those baby books too! I kept one for my oldest until she was about 4. A very nice journal. Two years later my older son was born and I continues with my journals, although no quite as nice and not as regular. Then 2 1/2 years later came baby #3 and all journaling stopped. His journal says, “I’m on my way to the ultrasound and I’m” and that’s it. A half a sentence in a book that I now can’t give to anyone and is a reminder of a failure to my youngest child. All journalling ended with that sentence fragment.
by: Vicky, May 14th at 11:26 am