Oh my goodness, I don't even know where to begin! I could take you back to The Best Day of my parents' lives (January 11, 1983), but I'll just start with last Monday - the day I was told to start a blog and actually took it seriously.
I've been following about 5 blogs rather closely for a couple years, occasionally finding myself sniffing around random pages (usually in search of pictures because the majority of the writers I come across are extremely BORING), but I never considered starting my own until a dear teammate looked at me with a straight face and made the suggestion. Now granted, it was just after our 8th pitcher of celebratory brewskies so just about everyone seemed interesting enough to write a blog, but I let the suggestion simmer and soon decided it was a brilliant idea.
After all, blogs are anonymous virtual diaries for adults, made famous by the women that stole their bff's diary, hid in the corner of the closet and snickered uncontrollably at its contents as children. And that was me. So if you add that to my self-diagnosed Monkey Mind and the incessant need to express anything and everything I think about, it's only logical that I join the ranks of my favorite fellow bloggers. And face it, my friends, despite your age, there's def-definitely a chemical reaction going on somewhere in your noggin' when you get to read someone else's innermost thoughts... here, I afford you the right to read mine.
In conclusion -- I'm not married, I have no children, but strangely enough, I still have things to talk about (mostly my friends' marriages and children, but that's neither here nor there). Follow along if you dare ... it's usually a bumpy ride on my roller coaster.
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