This is not my first blog. Nope. I had one before. Actually more than one. The last one was about photography. And really, as much as I love photography, I just couldn’t keep rambling on about only photography. So I killed it.
I guess really my first website, The Cat House (circa 1995) was a blog of sorts. Before blogging was cool, or even a word. I was just ahead of my time. But like photography, there is only so much one can say about their cats. And other peoples cats. And the cuteness of cats. So I killed it.
But this blog… this will be the blog to end all blogs. One blog to rule them all, right? I can talk about photography and other things. What things you ask….
I’ve got no earthly idea. Ok, I’ve got ideas. But too many to list.
And here I am. Blogging again. Maybe someone will read it. Maybe no one will. Hopefully I’ll meet some new friends along the way. I like new friends online. Online friends are great. My online friends don’t know how crazy I am in the real world and never see how messy my house is. And it’s neat to be able to get a peek into life somewhere other than where you live.
That’s really what draws a lot of people to personal blogs, isn’t it? To find out how someone else lives? To laugh and cry with the life adventures of a complete stranger.
Ok, that just sounds voyeuristic. LOL
Hmmmm….. I guess I should tell you about me, huh? I’m in my mid thirties, have 2 kids and a great husband, my Bear, who worships and adores me. I live in the ’burbs of the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex. I am short. Like not quite 5 foot. This is important. I have many misadventures because I am vertically challenged.
I’m a photographer, I’m trying to learn to be a better cook, I like to get crafty and I’m not a girly girl. The not a girly girl part makes the fact that I’m a dance mom, and my Dancer Girl is a total girly girl, really ironic.
I have ADHD so I ramble and things stray off topic. A lot. My son also has ADHD and I really feel bad for my husband sometimes because has to deal with both of us. Poor Bear. Hyper Boy and I can be a handful. Good thing Dancer Girl is pretty reserved or this place would be a real nut house.
I’m also going back to school this fall. It seems I’m perpetually trying to finish my degree. It’s been seven years, give or take, since my last class so we’ll see how that goes. At least I’m not taking any math. I’d be in serious trouble if I took math.
My dad was In the Navy and I grew up a military brat. It’s relevant at times. Others not. And now you know about me so here goes. Voyeur away. Laugh with me. Cry with me. Feel free to laugh at me as well. I do.