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Thursday, December 30, 2010

Then the Stick Said "PREGNANT"

This is my first post on my new blog. I assume that I won't reach millions of readers for several more posts, at which time you jonny-come-latelys will flock to the "older posts" button to read every single word I've written since this historic day. So, this post is for you...

I had a Xanga jounal once. I guess it was a blog-like thing that my little high school mind would decorate with pink on black text and gripe about how my mother did things like cooked dinner and cleaned the house and supported my rebellious ass and loved me unconditionally...only, you know, I didn't know it at the time. I feel like a lot of people, male or female, can relate to this kind of thing. That was a while ago. I am not claiming to be a professional blogger based on this experience.

Why did I start a blog? Because my husband has one. Also, every time I hear someone say something I have a comment about it, and I'm a good writer. I'm a good writer in the capacity that I can type the final draft of something the first time. This skill helped me through a lot of English classes in college, along with the fact that I spoke English, which was hard for some of the other students. It's hard for someone to write a Comparison-Contrast paper when you don't know what those two words mean. All I needed was a topic...then the "stick turned blue".


Actually, the stick didn't turn blue. The stick said "PREGNANT". But didn't all of you know exactly what I meant by that phrase? Plus, I don't think that thought would have come across the way I imagined if I wrote "then the stick said pregnant." (Sorry, but I totally just made that the title of this post. I'm laughing)

This blog is for me. This blog is for you. This blog is for my family.

You may now proceed to the second post.

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