Why I Started This Blog...

      Hello to anyone who happens to read this.  I am new to the whole "blogging" thing, which I am sure will shortly become glaringly obvious!

     Hmmm....how to start.  I am about to turn 41, a fact my five year old, Little Miss Bossy Pants, trumpets gleefully whenever she introduces herself to someone new (really - I sometimes regret being so insistent on good manners!).  She always introduces herself by name and age, followed by the names and ages of whoever happens to be with her, which is usually me and her little sister.  Oh well.

     So to continue, I am about to turn 41, and have been doing the whole life introspection dance.  Who am I?  Where do I belong?  What do I want to be when I grow up?  To tell the truth, I still haven't figured any of it out.  I've always kind of just floated along, doing whatever happens to turn up.  It has led to some interesting turns in life, but as a life plan, it kinda sucks.  I started to think back to when I was a little girl, growing up in the 70's, and what I wanted to be when I was 7.  I used to love to come home from school, throw my book bag on the couch, grab a snack and watch the afternoon reruns.  Leave it to Beaver, The Brady Bunch, Little House, all the usual suspects.

     Man, those moms had it together.  Their houses were always clean, dinner beautifully prepared and on the table by six, with their families gathered around them.  They confronted every problem with a smile and a hug and were perfectly dressed and coiffed while doing it.  I am lucky to remember to shower and change my clothes on a daily basis!  But that is what I wanted to be.  I never really wanted to be a doctor, or a lawyer or a veterinarian.  I just wanted to be a mom.

     Well, fast forward a few decades and here I am.  A mom.  With a great husband, and a house, two beautiful little girls and the obligatory dog.  And I suck at it.  But, this year, I am turning over a new leaf.  I am going to try and get to the brass ring.  I may not be June Cleaver at the end of the year, but hopefully I'll get Little Miss Bossy Pants to preschool on the right day, at the right time.  Maybe even more than once.

It's a start anyway - right??