So I’ve been an avid blog reader for a while, and almost immediately thought “I should do this!” But just like everything else in my life, it took me years to get motivated enough to start my own blog. I don’t just jump willy-nilly into things, I wait until I know enough about them to do them well.
I’m not overwhelmingly interesting or funny or engaging, but I do have moments when I crack myself up… crack my friends up… and who doesn’t want to read that shit?? I do seem to have more bizarre experiences than the average person, perhaps because I tend to notice the stupid eccentricities in life. So this blog is mainly going to be a collection of minutiae that interests me, and also a commentary on the people in my life: my boyfriend who is taking SO LONG to become my husband or even my fiancee for crying out loud, my daughter who believes with all her heart that Troy Bolton is real and would be interested in being her boyfriend, my dog Baxter who expresses his affection by licking the skin off my body, and my dog Sam who expresses his affection by peeing on every square inch of my carpet (despite the fact that he IS, in fact, housebroken and does it only to piss me off, pun intended). I will probably complain about my ex-husband who cannot decide which personality he wants to live with long-term, the nice “ex-who-is-now-a-friend-almost-like-a-brother” or the crazy “ex-who-might-sneak-into-my-house-and-kill-me-with-a-machete-in-my-sleep.” I will probably also mention my friends, who are sweet and dysfunctional and loyal and insensitive, each in their own lovable way. I will also talk about my family, my parents and three sisters and their spouses/children. I used to think I had a crazy dysfunctional family, but as I’ve progressed through life, I have seen countless families who are MUCH WORSE than ours, and now feel like we’re not so bad.
I won’t discuss politics and religion much, mainly because it shouldn’t matter to you what I think. I will mention that I was raised Republican and Mormon, but NEVER had a lemming mentality. I have never in my life (not EVER, even when I was a child) done what was “expected” of me, or what everyone else was doing. I have always questioned and reserved judgment until things made sense to me. I drove my mother crazy with “Why?” and now my daughter does the same damn thing to me. And that makes me insanely proud of her. I do not care what you think of me (though I hope you like me). I don’t care if you like my clothes, my hair, or my taste in music. I like them and mine is pretty much the only opinion that motivates me.
I will NOT be as funny as Heather Armstrong or Sarah Nielson, but I hope that I will be funny enough that they might want to link to me someday. A girl can dream.
Stay tuned…
