Having been inspired, awed, intimidated, and frankly overwhelmed with the number of "ooh, I want to follow that one" blogs out there (alone with that gnawing sense of 'incomplete' if I don't check in with my faves every few days), I thought it might be time to try a post of my own. Nothing major, just ramblings from a (trying not to sound like a personal ad, but really sounding like a personal ad anyways) divorced, mother of two, 9-to-5-office-dwelling, wannabe-crafting and all "do-it-yourself-ing", people-watching, book-reading, music-loving, general-enjoyer-of-the-little-things person who finds herself approaching middle age faster than she ever thought possible. I was so sure I was going to be the first human being to somehow avoid the aging process and stay young forever. What the hell happened?

So, I'm going to pretend (at this point, prolly not really necessary to pretend, seeing as no one knows about this endeavor) that I'm just writing it for myself, to hash out some of the stuff that happens to me and some of the stuff that tends to get trapped in my head until I can 1) totally forget about them because there's so much other stuff going on, or 2) express them to someone else (kinda like regurgitating, minus the baby birds). I think life is pretty amusing most of the time. And I wish more people appreciated that fact. And I think that 'amusing' and 'annoying' are separated by a super fine line, a line that depends on my current mood or energy level. 

The only difference from this and every journal I have ever owned (and there have been many), will be that I can't just rip out the pages and throw them away. And then pretend that I'm starting off my journal brand new (for the millionth time). And now that I'm (erm) older and (derr) wiser, I honestly wish I had kept every single, crumpled up page. 

So there.

But I gotta warn you. You will have to hear stories about these characters...

But it's ok...We have lots of good stories. Not like "Oh my goodness! Nathan tripped over his shoelace today and skinned his knee! I couldn't decide between Bactine and Neosporin. It was horrible." Nah, nothing like that. It'll be more along the lines of "Alice likes to capture and torture fairies" (see below)...