It was only been two years since I realized that blogs were written by such a diverse group of authors. For the longest time I never considered that blogs could pertain to anything that would interest me. I am not sure which cave I was living in, but I am glad I pulled up my wooly mammoth britches and made it out of that place!
I first discovered the “Mommy-blog” and lost many hours reading about other parents’ trials, tribulations, and triumphs. I enjoyed reading blogs written by sleep deprived mother’s of infants and toddlers. It has been years since my world revolved around sleep schedules, potty training, or pacifier weaning. I relished the few blogs that I found that reflected my own era of motherhood. I am currently parenting a feisty eight year old boy. My troubles are a far cry from Pull-Ups and sippy cups.
The next blog style I stumbed on was about crafting. oh dear. Prior to discovering blogs, crafting was what ate up the majority of my time. I have been known to stay in pajamas all day while I puttered away at some silly craft. oh dear, oh dear. Now I could combine reading blogs and crafting ?!? I could craft vicariously through other (much more talented) people? That discovery had to be akin to when folks discovered that you could make regular light bubls into swirly-whirly light bulbs and the swirly-whirly light bulbs would last longer and be better for the world. My point being that a major light bulb lit up inside of my little brain and many more hours were lost to the glow of my laptop.
I decided to start writing a blog for many many reasons….none of those reasons are very profound.
I look forward to sharing tales of my insanely hilarious, incredibly polite, full of life eight year old son. We fondly refer to him as Fuzzy.
I look forward to offering an uplifting glimpse into an unboring life.
I look forward to leaving a written account of: who I am, who I become, how I raise a man, learn to sew a straight line, struggle with life in general, interact with insanity, stay true to my core beliefs, throw a 3rd grade Valentine’s Day party, paint a desk, enertain myself, etc. I’m sure you see where this is going
I do not promise to always maintain proper punctuation, I am certain I will manipulate the English language at my whim.
I do not promise to always be upbeat, or to always be funny, or to always be thought provoking.
I do promise to always be true to who I am. Fuzzy’s mom.
So here goes it blog world…. I am taking the big leap.