And so it begins...

I've been thinking of blogging for many years; I've only now set fingers to keyboard. I suppose this, my very first blog, will share with you fine people a little of myself. I'm warning you now: I am convinced that I have the sense of humor of a 15 year old boy. I also tend to be a little racy and will put things out there, just to see what happens. I've always been this way and I make no apologies for it.

Wouldn't you know it...after years of procrastinating, I retire to my room, attempting to have an hour of quiet, uninterrupted blog-time, and the husband and youngest daughter not only come into and interrupt my solice, but they actually sit & read over my shoulder. So I yell at and call them all sorts of names to which they laugh and then make fun of me calling me "Blog Girl" and such. Story of my life. Hang on, let me run these fools outta here. OK. They're gone. Muahaha.

So I've had a rather interesting & colorful life thus far. But at 36, I find myself asking "This is it?" Not that I don't recognize the numerous blessings all around me...I do. It just isn't what I remember thinking adulthood would be like. I rather fancied myself a pop starlet or an award winning actress. Nope. Not even close. Oh sure, I've sung & acted in many a play, had fun even, but never really chased that dream. Maybe one day. Maybe.

I work in an office; I'm an accountant by trade. But please, don't hold that against me. After 15 years, I've finally found a great job...one that will allow me to retain my sanity while working to live (not living to work as so many do). Numerous hilarious tales from the workplace will certainly be forthcoming.

I am married and have two daughters. So there is definately no shortage of drama in our house. *sigh* I've often thought of what it would be like to have a son...but I would definately need to be medicated in order to survive any more children. And of course, I'd name him Wolfgang, which would necessitate his being medicated. Besides, I've only 8 years left on this sentenance...I've told the girls that I'll be selling everything & moving to Mexico. It makes them cry. Which makes me laugh. Sad, isn't it? I'm super surprised that I'm not medicated already. Speaking of which...if someone knows the code word for me to use to get some good stuff...please, for the love of God...shoot me a message.

Take the time to get to know me...I'm strange, but it's a fun, really alright kinda' strange.