hello? anyone out there?

Blogging is this relatively new thing that cool kids in the 21st century do. Think about the history of publishing written material (in my limited, historically based mind):

• Ancient Days, pen and ink, usually a monk writing in a silent empty candlelit room.
• Invention of the printing press with a person typesetting each letter of each word
• Typewriters and copiers next gave way to faster production, but someone needed to decide your stuff was worth reading
• Digital Age where mass production was possible, someone is still sitting in some high rise deciding the merits of your work (visualize: the movie Elf, the scene where Walter, Buddy's Dad, is reading the to-be-published children's book saying "THIS IS NO GOOD!"
• Blogging world, a free for all, with no Walter sitting behind a mahogany desk telling me "THIS IS NO GOOD", no one edits anyone (which really is unfortunate for the world, have you seen some of the writing people put out there?) but it means that anyone can say anything, including me. 

Blogging is a platform that requires nothing but guts.  And I'm wondering if I have the guts needed to let you, my dear readers (or reader? there may be only one of you out there) into this female brain of mine.  I have an interesting life for sure, wait, at least I think so. And that is PRECISELY the problem.  Is my life any more interesting than any other regular lady out there?  Possibly? But then again, that just feels so narcissistic.  I don't know blog world, this could get weird.

I'm still thinking it over, but I'm hoping I can: entertain you, answer the most asked question "How do you do it? "  (referring to my BOGO baby brood), intrigue you with my strange mix of conservative/liberal/worldly and psychoanalytic/reformed Christian mind, invite you into the jungle I call marriage, and let you in on some things I've learned and am learning in my limited life span.   Oh, also, I'm not going to slap up cute picture after cute picture of my darling little munchkins, trust me. I know that wobbly toddlers with slobbery graham cracker crumbs and bed heads are only cute for so long.  

Its going to be a nice balance of who I really am: wife, mom, laundress, psychologist, daughter, cook, dog trainer, worker, sex kitten (just kidding!), comedienne, and friend. 

This could be the last first post you ever read on this blog, but pull up a chair and a Diet Dr. Pepper and check back every so often. mmkkk? thanks.