The Inauguration

Ok - so I'm sheep. After getting hooked on various blogs by a friend of mine (ok, her name is Holly & she's the #1 Dancer) - and then feeling incredibly out of the loop for not having one of my own - I decided to give this blogging thing a shot & see how well I do at it. Hey, I can be funny & creative with the next guy - this should be a piece of cake, right?

Like Holly, I, too, am addicted to barbershop singing - with the same group. But I'm sure you'll hear more about that later - ad nauseum, no doubt. Hey, nobody's twisting your arm to read this stuff.

After reading other blogs, I've discovered that being around 30, having a toddler (or two) at home, taking digital pictures every day (with very expensive cameras, apparently) , being on (or needing to be on) some form of anti-depressant and talking about poop a lot seems to be one of the marks of a successful blogger. That & allowing comments.

Not to dash anyone's hopes here, but if this is the formula you seek when searching for another blog to read, let me stop you now. This page will only serve to disappoint you - and I don't need that kind of pressure. To be fair, I DO plan to allow comments and I may even venture into the occasional "poop talk". Heck, if you're lucky, I might even mention farts - both the literal & figurative variety. And if I ever get around to downloading them from the camera, you may even get the occasional picture I have taken (with my not-so-fancy digital camera), blurry though it may be, as I am without fancy lenses/flash attachments, etc. However, I passed being 30 exactly a decade ago (and am trying desperately to embrace that fact, so be kind), and the only time there's a toddler in my home is on the slim-to-none occasion that my sister or brother visits with their kids - which, since they've become toddlers, has been never. As for the anti-depressants, I'm not currently using one, but that's no guarantee that you won't think one is necessary after reading one or more of my posts - so consider that my gift to you, the reader.

What WILL there be here that may interest you, you ask? Who can say, really? There may be brilliant days when you find my musings to be exceedingly witty & hilarious & you walk away wanting to be me when you grow up. Then again, there may be days when you want to gouge out your eyes from having to read yet another word from me about my lame-ass job or my chorus or my family or how I constantly worry that we won't have enough money at the end of every month - to which I say . . . ain't voyeurism great? You get the good AND the bad!

Because I know Holly is waiting anxiously for me to post this, I will close now & publish this so she can link to it (and please note, Holly - my mention of YOUR name on MY blog = 4 times; your mention of MY name on YOUR blog = zero; who's the real friend NOW, huh???). ;-) But before I go - a random quote to get you through the day:

Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.

Professional Driver - turnin' the corner.