This is the mind from which the following garbage speweth.

I am really not new to the blogging scene. First, I had a blog on MySpace, but since it has become the illegitimate step child of the social networking world, and it cannot possibly complete with big brother Facebook, I got off of MySpace. The only friend requests I had in the last 9 months on MySpace were garage bands with terrible videos posted of their cover of “Billie Jean” or either some kind of pervs that invite me to “cyber rump”. I don’t know what that is and I’m not about to find out. 

The thing about blogging on MySpace was that I was friends with about 300 people that attended high school with me and they all read my blog. Sometimes I’d get the urge to write something like, “…and it was almost as funny as when *insert real girls name that I went to high school with here* pissed her pants after doing jello shots in the Kroger parking lot.” I would surely get about 30 comments from old high school friends on that post, but I don’t think *insert real girls name that I went to high school with here* would be too happy with it. I’m really not trying to stir up drama at my age, and as I recall, that was a big girl. She could probably find me and put me in a choke hold. It WAS funny when she pissed her pants, though. The point is, at least here I can blog about things to total strangers that probably (I say probably) won’t take offense, right? (For those of you that are NOT total strangers, I vow now to never blog about you. I will only blog about those that I am certain will never read this. Fair enough.)

So, here I am. I don’t even know what this blog will entail. My last blog was about the things I find humorous-which is everything. I am a stay at home mother of two beautiful children and I find them hilarious. I find my endless trips to Satan’s Workshop (WalMart) hilarious. I find my husbands blank stares and his need to fart at the dinner table hilarious (and morbid). Everything in my life is hilarious, and I have to write it down somewhere. Hopefully someone will find my life as amusing as I do. Please follow me and feel free to share my manic ramblings with others. If I cant publish a book anytime soon, I might as well let other people know how I feel about rush hour traffic and plastic in the microwave.

*I am going to copy and paste over some of my old blogs since I am deleting my MySpace page. They will be out of whack and refer to my now 5 year old daughter as an infant, but I have severe OCD and cant have some blogs here and other blogs there, yadda yadda. Don’t be confused. I am not Marty McFly, I do not own a Delorean, and I really am not living in the past.*