Hi there, internet world land.  So, after many a year of not having a personal blog and well, venting both into my whiskey glass and my boyfriends ears, I decided it was time to start her up again.  I met a few amazing people back when I first started a blog (about 10 years ago?), some of which I still keep in touch with today.  While a great networking tool and place to vent your frustrations it is NOT my goal or wish to offend, feel obligated to make anyone laugh or get dooced.  (See that link right there?  WordPress decided it didn’t want to help me out with the helpful link button so that is a hardcore coded by hand link.  Hell yes, I still remember HTML)!  (I can never remember if punctuation goes inside or outside of the parenthesis sign).

While driving to a destination or sitting at work I often think of things that I would like to share, ponder with others, open a conversation about – but only over the internet.  This is when I go ahead and make the category for “social anxiety”.  Oh look, my first tag, too!

So this first post has no real direction.  I could talk about teetering on the edge of quitting my full time job but staying because I’m trying to purchase a house, or the diary I started keeping yesterday on my food habits just so I can figure out why my damn stomach will not hold a single thing on a given day.  I then have to remember that my boyfriend hosts this little blog (thanks, babe!) and he may just shut me down from the beginning in lieu or reading about my bowel movements.  It’s true that we’ve been together for almost 6 years now but we haven’t opened that flood gate of farts and poo with each other.  It’s not that we think it’s gross, it’s more a respect thing, I suppose.  Actually I’m not sure – it’s his rule and I just try to follow so he still thinks I’m sexy when I’m 35 and I still have a secret weapon to use against him in our arguments.  “Yeah, so I burned the toast again – but at least I haven’t farted in front of you!”

Aren’t you excited to be along for this ride?

I’ll go ahead and warn you that I’m not a mommy blogger.  Actually, it may appear that I’m the total opposite which is where the above statement of not offending anyone comes into play.  I don’t have kids, I don’t want kids and I’m going to blog about things that annoy me with kids and the world that revolves around them.  Let that not take away from the fact that I think mothers and parents in general are pretty much super heroes and have bigger balls than I do. I respect you all for what you do and I know raising a child is one of the hardest things a person can do, especially in today’s world.  On the other hand, it’s also pretty damn hard to be a female and not be looked at as a baby factory that is failing as my duty as a woman.  This is just the first post though, so I’ll save my true rants for later.  Cheers!