Hello, and welcome. If in fact you exist, because I started this blog for my own purposes and not necessarily to show people what’s going on in my life or to Share Insights into My Soul. I have always been a sporadic journal-keeper at best – half-started journals are scattered throughout my closets and bookshelves, since I abandon them when they get misplaced or when my life gets too busy. Or (shamefully) if I’ve spoiled the journal in some way (spilling coffee on it, allowing a pen to blot, etc.)
As I realized that my children are growing up rapidly (15.5 16.5 and nearly 13 almost 14) I have little time left to mark their adolescence. Since I am on the computer more often than I am sitting with a proper pen and an aesthetically pleasing notebook to hand, I decided to create a blog that would serve as a record for them and for me. Therefore, I will probably avoid too much navel-gazing or metaphysical musings here (at least, not the kind that are precious and pretentious). If you have stumbled across it, then feel free to read it. Or not. You are welcome to stay if you are also bringing me a bucket of movie-theater popcorn. So hand it over.
And if you know the origins of my username and my blog’s name, then I probably like you already.
February 2011 – ETA certain random things. Jeez, let’s just look at my grand statement about recording my precious babies’ adolescences. If you go through my posts, particularly from the last couple of months (but hey! try to find much content anywhere that dwells on the girls – just try!) you’ll be hard-pressed to find anything about the children. And now I feel bad about that, because I will certainly wish that I had said things. As a matter of fact, although I should be in bed right now, at 1:11 on the morning of 21 February, 2011, I am going to go say things about the children on my blog.
When I realized that I was going to be a stepmother, I thought that I could use that as a Blog Theme, and I tried it for a while. But (and I mean this with all respect) those stepmothering blogs depressed the hell out of me. I mean, I don’t like my daughters’ stepmother, and I for damned sure don’t like my stepchildren’s mother (I am starting to look like a giant bitch) and having to read about other people’s problems was making me wish that nobody ever had any children in the entire world. So I quit reading the stepblogs, and I quit using my own to dwell on things that I find depressing. Unless Gamera pisses me off, although my daughters are getting old enough that they can deal with her better. And unless Marge deserves a good interwebs-blasting at some point. But really – I want to keep unpleasant people from polluting my corner of the interworld, so I am content to have no theme at all, hence the comment about schizophrenia on the header.
If you know me in real life, anyway, you’d realize that I have conversations very much like the blog posts. I tend to barge, verbally, and then announce in loud tones how things affect me, Al Franken.