Like a Twister, I Was Born to Walk Alone

Well...here I am

Again

On my own

Goin' down the only road I've ever known

Oh, didn't I tell you this blog would be entirely devoted to the unmitigated awesomeness of Whitesnake? Sure. Why not. There have been blogs devoted to stranger things, right? Right?

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Actually, I'm not yet sure of the direction this blog will take. My main intention is to write. My second intention is to get some feedback about my writing. See, it's one thing to THINK I'm a decent writer...it's another thing to have someone say, "That piece made me laugh/cry/smile/want to heal the ills of the world. I really enjoyed it." Hopefully, I'll avoid a comment like, "Dude, that sucks more than 3 day old sushi."

I'm not going to promise a post every single day. Try to contain your disappointment, please. Some of my entries will be short and sweet. Some of my entries will be long enough to require a nap at intermission. Either way, I'll try not to be too boring. The details haven't all been ironed out yet...some bloggers feel comfortable using real names and posting family photos....some don't. I haven't decided that yet.

Will my grammar always be perfect?
Probably not.

Will you always understand my point of view?
Probably not.

Will you sometimes find me entirely boring and self-absorbed?
Probably....but lucky for you, I'm not writing this 20 years ago when I was the 15-year-old Self-Absorbed Queen of the Universe. You really should count your blessings.

Will I do odd things like Capitalize For No Good Reason? Or use periods......a lot? Or start sentences with "or"? Or ask questions and then answer them?
Certainly.

Truth be told, I've been a stay-at-home mom for nine. whole. years. now. and I sense that my brain cells are beginning to atrophy. Shhh...listen carefully. Yep, there was another one leaping out my ear and falling to it's untimely death on the wood floor. My kids are ages 9, 7, 3 1/2, and 2, so going back to work is not a realistic option. I would need the income of a brain surgeon to pay for childcare. So believe it or not, I'm hoping this blog will help breathe new life into the few gimpy brain cells I have left. It's time for a change of pace.

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If you're reading this, I'd love to hear from you. I'm really looking forward to my first comment....not excited as in, "WE'RE PREGNANT!" More like, excited as in, "The baby learned how to wave goodbye!"

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go help the Hubs plant some shrubs in the backyard. Ooo what fun.