New Years

  Time is relative to the observer. Einstein said this. And he's right. Every one is buzzing about next year possibly being our last year on Earth. If that's true, what am I writing this for? But the truth is, time is a man made thing; almost an abstract thought really. How could man possibly be able to foresee his demise based on time? It's impossible. Of course, it doesn't change the fact that it's got me noticing that the world is decaying rapidly. Sure, most days I don't think about it. Once in a while though, it gets me down; really down. 6 years ago I would've said, "Fine. End the world. I've had my fun." but now I have 2 kids and I want a better world for them. I do what I can: donate money, recycle, etc. But how much does that change?
  Maybe next year will be the end. Maybe not. All I know is this weekend is New Years and I plan on living.

Christmas 2011

  It's Christmas. I'm not a huge fan of Christmas because of my birthday being on the 23rd. A friend of mine put it best: Maybe you're birthday would be a bigger deal if you were conceived by a virgin. The whole time I was growing up I got Christmas cards that said "Happy Birthday" inside and presents wrapped in Christmas paper. And I don't have many successful birthday parties. Most of the time school was out or my friends were visiting their grandparents or a huge blizzard hits. I've only recently starting enjoying Christmas. I like buying things for people and having children on Christmas is a perfect excuse.
  Things always go wrong for me around Christmas though. I usually get sick and what not. It's like Christmas vacation. Waiting for the tree to catch fire and someone to electrocute the cat.... Now the biggest problem for me is feeling bad. We're so broke around Christmas. Things could be worse though. At least we can still buy something for our kids.

Another year older.

So today I am 28 years old. And, of course, I woke up this morning completely ill. It's just my luck. If some one's going to get miserably sick on their birthday or a holiday or on vacation, it will be me. Other than that, I'm pretty lucky this year. I got an awesome camera from my mom. I'll spend the next year of my life figuring out how it works. And I got these...

Plus, my dad is coming to visit. Although I was mostly raised by my mom, I'm a daddy's girl all the way. I miss seeing him. I usually only see him during holidays now. My dad is...well, he's like me. Or rather, I'm like him. We have the same sense of humor and find other people's plight amusing. Not serious plight, but mild annoying things that happen to others. My dad used to tell me crazy stories to scare me. He's good at that. Once he took me to a check up with the Dr. and told me I was getting a shot with a needle about a foot long. And sometimes the nurse will accidentally stab the needle all the way through your arm. He didn't think I was due for a shot so this should have been harmless. Turns out I was due for a shot and it took several nurses to hold me down. They had to ask Dad to leave the room because he wouldn't stop laughing. Sounds mean, but it's funny if you come from my family. Can't wait to see Dad...

Time flies.

  Tomorrow I will be 28, which at the moment sounds old, but in 5 years will sound young. I don't think I'll be one of the crazies that freaks out about getting old. I'm not worried about it. The biggest problem about getting old is losing your body or your mind...or possibly both. I suppose I would rather my body go. No, I'm sure I'd rather my body go. The thought of not recognizing your family or remembering anything bothers me. Yet another reason to have this blog thing. Maybe someday when I'm insane and can't remember my stories anymore I can come here to read them. So, among other things, I'll be writing my stories. Good, bad, hilarious, and boring. I guess it makes more sense to start at the beginning, but I'm positive I will deviate from this plain and describe my life in all variations of time and space to the point that it makes no mathematical sense.
  The short of my life so far would be:
Never mind, I can't even make it short. When I have more time I'll go into the detail that my life deserves...I guess. But right now, it's headache time. Whoo....

The Sharing.

  My life is overall boring with small sparks of genius. These sparks are almost never my doing, but my children's. I have 2 children. One very sweet little boy and one very mischievous little girl. There was a time when I thought I did not want kids which seems ridiculous now.  I used to be much more social and easy going. I did not plan ... ever. And for a time I thought I wanted to be a teacher. I know now that I enjoy planning every single thing (I have 5 lists on the memo pad in my cell phone right now), I barely have the patience to handle my own children much less an entire class room of children, and most importantly: I am MOM.  I never would have guessed but as it turns out I was made to be a mom. So I have a husband, 2 kids, a mortgage, 2 dogs, and 2 cats. Well, one cat and another that has convinced the neighbor to take care of it. Traitor. I have a full time job that does not feed my artistic needs. Odd that I've landed where I am because the only thing I've ever been good at in my life is art and my life, though it requires a great amount of creativity, is not full of art. I suppose that would be another reason I've started this blog. My own creative writing. Although....this is not creative. Moving on.
  I have confessed to Facebook that I have created a "blog". What a stupid word....blog. I was surprised to find that a few of my friends would like to read this junk. I'm not sure why. I have a strange sense of humor and tend to spout moderately funny statements once in a great while, but I have no illusion that I am more entertaining than say...youtube. So it seems unusual to me that anyone would take the time to read this. However, I continue to write it. Is it still considered "writing" if there is no penmanship involved? Something to think on.

The First Thought.

 I speak in movies. It could be that I am completely without the skills it takes to express myself. At any rate, I have become a "one-liner." I like to be funny and have an unusual memory for sound which makes it easy for me to remember movie lines. I don't remember how it looked, but I remember exactly how it sounded. I am a closet nerd I suppose. I'd like to embrace my inner nerd but as it is I enjoy having blonde hair and being in control of things. I'd say I want to look like Marilyn Monroe, but have the depth of dead Marilyn Monroe. After all, everyone is more interesting once they die.
 This is my first "blog." I have trouble understanding these things and I have no intention of sharing my mind with the world on purpose. My laptop somehow escaped Best Buy without "Microsoft Word." So typing a journal is a problem. I can use the "word pad" but it is a pain. Plus this way I can say what I'm thinking and not have to save it on my computer. This is simpler.
 Should anyone stumble upon this, I apologize for boring you. I apologize for grammar and spelling issues. I suppose Facebook is no longer enough to share what goes on in my head. And somehow I find Facebook to be stifling. This, not so much. It's gunna get weird...