I have started this blog so that when I procrastinate about not doing the laundry—because I am reading other people’s blogs—I will feel good about myself because I am "writing" and therefore not just being lazy. This is my first attempt at writing, other than a few short stories about my children. I have been told many times that I should write a book, although, I suspect that this is because I have trouble being quiet. Possibly, caring friends thought that if I was intently writing I would be less vocal. I have not prepared for starting this blog, so aptly named after my middle name and people thinking I have made up a name rather than give them my real one.
Ok, I changed a diaper (my sons, not my own)and now feel much better prepared for this writing endeavor. I think that I will write about my life and the memories I have about childhood interspersed with everyday happenings I find amusing. My husband is particularly amusing to me (this is mostly why I married him, also he asked very nicely and I don't like to hurt people’s feelings) so I am sure I will speak of him often. My children, 9 and 2, are also small obnoxious creatures(although very kissable and surprisingly cute) that God decided I was mature enough to raise into adulthood (although he should have known I was woefully unprepared for anything other than goldfish). I have however done a fairly bang up job of it and they are turning out rather well, if we are all ignoring the rashes and general state of nakedness my toddler seems to always be in, which we do. Also, if you feel the need to critique me in my infancy of blogdom, please do so kindly as my most mature answer may very well be "so’s your mom".