And now there are two

So, it's probably not a good idea to start a blog right before Halloween craziness and your birthday.  I wanted to try and post something most days, but I was far too busy.

Busy doing what?  Admiring my new pair of shoes. 

I got a very unexpected, very generous, and exciting birthday gift from a friend this year.  I have lusted over these shoes for about five years now, but never bought them because they were expensive and I couldn't justify the purchase.  I always promised myself that I would buy a pair when I sold my first book, or when I hit big in the lottery.  Since, neither of those things have happened, but I still hope one will, the shoes were just a dream.   And now they are mine.

Funny thing about the shoes, I think a lot of women have the same dream, because they get talked about everywhere I go.  It's kind of awesome and amazing that other women are as excited as I am.  It makes me feel like I'm part of a little club.

It was a pretty amazing birthday.  I got a new wedding ring (to replace the one I lost), and my incredible theatre friends recreated a Glee number for me, and I received a bunch of gifts that people really thought about and selected especially for me.  It wasn't about the money people spent on me, it was about the sentiment behind it.  I felt special and loved and I think everyone should feel that way on their birthday.

I pledge to try and make everyone I care about feel just as special and just as loved on their birthday.  I may not be able to buy them expensive shoes, but I will try and do something that makes them feel the way I did on my birthday.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to admiring my shoes.

I've caved to peer pressure

People think I'm funny.  Well, my book club thinks I'm funny and it mostly consists of people.  People keep telling me I should have a blog.  So I caved to peer pressure and decided to write a blog.

What will my blog be like?

Frequently interrupted by me yelling, "Stop bothering your brother!" or "Leave your sister alone!" (both of which I've done since I started typing five minutes ago.

I think I'll tell some stories about my life.  The not boring ones, hopefully.  I'll share some Jack wisdom (they other two say stuff too, but I don't have a name for their insane ravings).  And maybe I'll talk about writing from time to time.

You probably shouldn't read this blog if you don't like stories about kids, enjoy Oprah (because she gets on my last nerve) or if you're easily offend by poo.  Or bad spelling.

So, welcome.  Let's see how this goes.

Of course, if I write down my funny stories, what am I going to talk about at parties?