I promised I'd write an entry on my 44th birthday, which was last week. DH and the kidlets were still home from school, though, and I never had any "me" time to do it.
44 doesn't mean anything to me. I'm not feeling old, not feeling young. My husband is 48 and feels like death is around the corner. Yeah, I'm married to Eeyore. (Wishing I could insert a picture here. No idea how to navigate Prosebox yet.)
Next, I thought I'd start on 9/1, because it's a new month, but the whole fam damily will be home for the long weekend. 9/3 is my 20th anniversary, so why not start then? Because I don't give a shit about my anniversary. So, it basically came down to starting whenever the hell I wanted.
Of course, I picked a time when I don't have much time. I have tons to write about, and I want to introduce myself. I came from OD, but didn't have a lot of contact with people over the past couple of years. Wrote mostly from 2002 to 2010.
If you have a question, ask it. Otherwise, I'll probably post the standard "who am I" meme as a FAQ.
I'm really hoping to find some new & old friends here. That's what I missed most about writing. I enjoy writing when I know that someone, anyone, is going to read it. I feel more comfortable when I'm not writing to myself, if that makes sense.
Today is a boring mom day, so I have no juice or drama to write about. Off to Aveda to get my hair all chopped off, sending in some paperwork to the hospital for a future surgery (which I will write about later) and then taking my girlie to see the new One Direction movie. I'm even pulling her out of school early, because I'm a cool mom like that. ;)
Until later...
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