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.