Put your hand down, Lisa-you don't count. At the moment, my only reader and lone fan is my BFF, Lees. She's one of a handful of people who have been encouraging me to start a blog. So...after much hand wringing and self doubt (Who on Earth is going to give two craps about what I have to say?) here I am.
I was complaining to someone recently about being stressed out and frazzled to the core and she said to me, "It sounds to me like your cup is empty!" She meant that I had nothing going on that wasn't about other people and no well of peacefulness from which to draw from. No creative outlet, if you will...and so was born the inspiration for the title of this here blog (Is it a blog yet? I mean, like, officially? I have written 3 whole paragraphs-I think it might be! Woo hoo!) and the final push I needed to finally sit down and make it happen.
I have no idea what the heck my little piece of the online world is going to look like or stand for yet--I guess that's just going to have to evolve as I go. I have some ideas of what I want it to be but maybe more ideas of what I don't want it to be. Namely:
1. I don't want it to be a whiny, journal-like play by play of the every dayness of my life. Who needs to read about all the errands I ran yesterday morning and how I need to get a cavity filled? I certainly don't.
2. I don't want it to get too deep, too personal, or be too serious. But sometimes it will be cause life just has a way of going there, I suppose.
3. I don't want it to be too much of a cliche' "Mommy Blog"-although, I am a mommy so it will definitely lean in that direction, I'm guessing. Unless, in the near future, I lose my mind and decide to run away from my suburban life and become a Vegas Show Girl (don't think I haven't been tempted) in which case, it will be more about stuff that Vegas Show Girls do.
4. I don't want it to be too polite. I want to say what I'm really thinking...sometimes, I think things that are a little sarcastic, a little less than PC, and a little bit nonsensical and off the top of my head. Also, sometimes I think in phrases that contain bad words. For example, one of my favorite phrases of late is "bat shit crazy." As in, "Don't even get me started on her-she's completely bat shit crazy." Say it out loud. Doesn't that kind of just make you feel good? So anyways, is that going to be okay? Still with me? Lees, stop nodding. I already know it's fine with you-I think you taught me most of the bad words and politically incorrect phrases I know.
There you have it. I guess that's a pretty good start. Oh, wait-maybe, should I tell you a little bit more about myself? I don't know how these things work, please bear with me.
By way of introduction, I'm Jen. I was born in the mid 70's which makes me almost...(gulp) 35, which also makes it really weird that my name is Jennifer, don't you think? (That's the sarcasm I was talking about. My apologies.)
I've been married for almost 9 years to a man I've known since I was 12. I also have two beautiful, and beautifully hilarious kiddos. A 51/2 year old boy and a 3 year old girl.
|Here's the boy. I adore him. He's smart, funny, and joyful.|
He's incredibly curious and LOVES to read.
And I'm almost ready to forgive him for the 26 hours of labor
I went through to bring him into this world. Almost.
So, there you go. My first post under my belt. That wasn't so bad! I think I'm gonna like it here!
See you soon,