And Just Like the Bride of Chucky...

Rowan in November

I'm back.   And it's that easy.  You, too, can have THREE count them, THREE, blogs out there in the interweb world.  You can start one when you are pregnant, and write it for a while, until your marriage falls apart.  You can start a new one, documenting your new life, which lasts for one post until you forget the address and don't do it anymore.

After much thought and self conversation,  I've decided I indeed enjoy writing more than bitching or venting to people, and that with good cause and intention and without hope or agenda (you're welcome, Love Actually fans), I may use this personal internet journal to keep one updated, or, if all else fails and there's no one good to unload on at the Kohl's department store in Marysville, as my venting system.

For now, let's call it a new blog, for a new me! For a new year, for Pete's sake!

TJ & me in his '83 Westi, 4th of July 

  Today is a fun day; my wonderful T.J.'s 38th birthday, and an awesome excuse to drink a glass of champagne whilst I type out the first of what will hopefully be many new blog postings for the coming year.  As I sit here in the kitchen, Rowan (3.7) and T.J. (38 and 12 hours) are playing the new video game she picked out for his birthday.  My life has changed since my last...and my last last...blog entries.  Here we go!

Cheers to a double awesome super happy fun time year!  Boy howdy, 2012!