NaBloPoMo Meme-nding

Rules:
1- Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
2- Share 7 random and or weird things about yourself.
3- Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
4- Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

On this last day of NaBloPoMo I have been tagged by Kizz over at 117 Hudson for a meme. And, since she found her way here courtesy of the NaBloPoMo Randomiser, I'm trying to do this quickly and get it posted while NaBloPoMo still reigns.

So, here are seven random or weird things about myself.

1. I married my high school sweetheart. We've been together (mostly anyway) since I was 16. My mom swears she knew we were going to get married the whole time but never wanted to tell me for fear of influencing me.

2. Number two is courtesy of my hubby - my boobs fluctuate sizes. Since I'm a breastfeeding mama, my boobs go from slightly bigger to slightly smaller and back during the course of the day. One side is also frequently larger than the other.

3. I was a cheerleader in high school after swearing in middle school I would never do such a thing. In fact, I think I made quite a bit of fun of my best friend for trying out our freshman year (I didn't cheer till my junior year). Our squad cheered at football games and competitions. And we were actually pretty good.

4. I was also a girl scout in high school. Yes, yes, that does sound really nerdy and dorky, doesn't it? I mean, who is still a girl scout when they're in high school? Not many people, I can tell you that. My troop had a whopping 5 members. But really it's not as dorky as it sounds! We did cool things like white water rafting and backpacking (although I never actually got to go on any of the backpacking trips as some force of fate always scheduled cheerleading competitions on the same weekends as the backpacking trips).

5. Cooking is not my strong point. At all. Thank goodness I married a man who was a cook for many years while we were in college.

6. When I was younger, I used to spend time every summer in Wyoming. What an amazing place! My grandparents live there and I used to go visit for a few weeks every year. I loved it. So beautiful, perfect weather, great hair days every single day.

7. I am morphing into more and more of a crunchy hippie every day. Becoming a parent has really changed my views on a lot of things and I find myself coming down on the hippie side of things much more frequently than I have in the past. And to think, I used to make fun of my husband and his hippie ways.

And now for the seven people I'm going to tag. The Randomiser isn't available right now, so I'm tagging those people that have come over here through the Randomiser and left comments.

Accountable

Sabbatical From Sanctity

Thordora, you didn't leave a blog in your comment, but if you come back by please play along if you'd like and leave a blog link in the comments.

Known Johnson

Lightening

Tora, same for you as for Thordora, play along if you like and leave us your blog link in the comments.

For number seven, since the Randomiser isn't available right now, I'll leave open to anybody reading that wants to play. Leave a link to your blog in the comments.

And that my friends is the official end of NaBloPoMo over here. I hope yall enjoyed!

Can we send a goat?

An email conversation with the hubby today:

Me: Check this out - We could donate a flock of chicks or ducks or some bunnies or part of a llama or whatever in people's names as xmas gifts... Pretty neat, huh?

Hubby: Can we send a goat to anybody?

Me: we could afford part of one...

Hubby: ok, lets send a goat to (lists our address here)

Me: Um, NO. but we can send to a deserving family someplace else... here's another neat thing about this charity -(copied from their website) “Passing on the Gift” means recipients agree to share the offspring of gift animals with others in need, making them equal partners with Heifer in the fight to end world hunger.

Hubby: how about a pony then....L wants one.

Me: ok nevermind. maybe we can talk about this later.

Hubby: All I hear is OK.....ask L what color pony saddle she wants....

Mr. Sandman?

Can you please send L a dream? Or at least help her to get to sleep? PLEASE? I'm willing to compensate you for your time. What do you fancy, Mr. Sandman? Some yummy cookies? A giftcard to Starbucks? Or Borders maybe? How about a new rolex? Name your price and I will meet it. Please respond at your earliest convenience sometime in the next fifteen minutes.

Thanks,

Jenn

How I Became Servant To A Cat

So today I sunk to a new low.

L and I have a job. We're business associates really. Independent pet taking care of at lunch time contractors. Every business day we travel to my mom's house to feed and let out/in her dog and cat. Her cat has never been too thrilled with the whole situation and mostly just puts up with me as I will let her in or out of the house. Food coming from me has never held much of an appeal to this cat. Usually she will snub me and not want anything to do with the tender, tasty morsels that I offer her - the very same tender, tasty morsels she enjoys when my mom feeds her. Sometimes, though, if I hold her bowl out for her to smell she seems to forget the food is being provided by me and will hop up onto her little table and feast on those tender, tasty morsels.

Today, the cat was curled up on my mom's bed, all cuddly and comfy looking. She refused to come out to eat so I decide to show her what she was missing. I held the bowl out for her to smell and instead of just the usual sniff she decided she would just eat it right there. As she lazed in bed. Probably thinking, finally girlperson you have realized that I prefer my meals brought to me while I lay in complete comfort. Munch munch munch. Now step away girlperson and do not distrub me anymore than you already have. You are dismissed. And I stood there, realizing that I was feeding this cat as if she were feline royalty, thinking, man, the 25 bucks a week my mom pays me is so not enough for this.

Stich N' Bitch

Okay, well at least the stitch part. Not a lot to bitch about (unless you make the mistake of asking me about bedtime last night. hint: it sucked). L and I made a trip to JoAnn's today and after navigating through the aisles of expensive and beautiful fabrics we finally came to our part of the store - the cheap stuff. We picked out some really cute prints to use for these, of which I'm making many as there are quite a few of our friends and family with child right now. Also making some for L, of course. We also picked up some interfacing I needed since I'm about to start on some cloth coasters (from this book) for my grandmother. She's going to love them since they'll be made from fabric bearing the logos and symbols of her favorite college football team. My grandma loves her some college football.

Next on my list of cool things to sew are lots more cool things to sew. And then I'm gonna give the cool things I've sewn to other people who are all going to be like, wow these things are so cool. And I'm all going to be like, oh it was nothing. And they're all going to be like, you're so awesome and you're the coolest and will you be my best friend? And I'm all going to be like, aw yea, I rock. Totally.

She Saved My Bread!

My mom has this famous (at least to our friends and family) recipe for zucchini bread that I ripped off of her and have made my own (thanks mom!). I make all kinds of bread with it - banana bread, cherry bread, strawberry banana bread, blueberry bread, carrot bread (tastes almost just like carrot cake!), etc etc. But lately, my loaves have been soggy at the top towards the middle. I tried extending the bake time in case they weren't baking long enough but that didn't solve the problem. All that did was make my loaves soggy at the top and dry everywhere else. What to do? I was making bread for Thanksgiving and had to get this right. I mean, I have a reputation to uphold as The One Who Makes Delicious Bread Of All Kinds.

Enter the Foodie. I asked her what to do about my bread? For 90% of it is yummy goodness, but 10% of it is yucky awfulness. And she answered, in all her foodie wisdom. And I took her advice, and added an additional 1/4 teaspoon baking soda to my recipe and voila! The world was saved! And the people rejoiced! Or, at least my loaves were saved. But truly, the people did rejoice.

And that boys and girls, is the story about how the foodie saved my bread. Now go to sleep and don't bother me again till morning.

Record Breaking Sunday

We had a slow day round here today. On purpose to recuperate from the last three days of holidaying and tailgating/football game watching. So, not much to write about.

Except to say that L is in bed already! And asleep! And has been for about forty minutes now! PEOPLE DO YOU REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS? (yes I'm yelling I'm so excited) Earliest bedtime ever!!!!

I need to contact the Guinness folks about getting this in the record books.

"In Which I Am An Idiot

And also, in which I stick my foot in my mouth.

I just wanted to apologize for giving you parenting advice before I'd ever even been a parent. I know you probably don't really care, but I just wanted to say that. I distinctly remember advocating letting K cry it out at one point at the condo and let me just say I knew not what I was speaking of.

That is all. Thank you."

Here is my confessional. After having the discussion with BIL yesterday I realized I had done the very same thing to my best friend B when her daughter was little. And so I sent this email to her this morning.

Also, does the two posts in one day make up for my accidental lack of posting yesterday? Hopefully my NaBloPoMo karma has been restored to it's delicate balance.

Please Forgive Me NaBloPoMo!

I drafted a post yesterday and never got to finish it. Which means even though I'd already failed once, now I've failed again. Oh NaBloPoMo, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. It was an accident, I promise.

In other news, I got to discuss with my brother in law about letting babies cry it out yesterday. We had him and his wife (they're expecting a baby boy in February) and another brother in law and his wife over for Thanksgiving leftovers lunch and got to talking about baby stuff. BIL asks me would I ever leave L to cry, I tell him no, he tells me don't I think babies need to learn to be independent?

No, my answer is no, babies do not need to learn to be independent. L can't walk, talk, feed herself or really do anything for herself so why would I need to push her to be independent? There is a reason she's dependent on me for everything - she's a baby! And, in fact, studies show that babies who benefit from attachment parenting turn out to be more independent, anyway. When they're ready to. No need to push a four month old to do anything, she'll do it all when the time is right.

Thanks

Today was such a lovely day. We did Thanksgiving at our home this year and it was so nice to have all our family and friends here on our home turf. Also nice not to be shoveling off all over town all day long as is the norm for us - we usually have many stops to make on any given holiday. But, L was a good excuse to stay home this year, and everybody knew if they wanted to see us they'd have to come here. She must be a really good pull cause there were 19 of us!

I know this is kinda corny, but in honor of Thanksgiving I thought I'd list a few of the things I'm most thankful for.

My husband. He is an amazing man, a wonderful husband and the best father. I've been in love with him for ten years now and I'm so looking forward to spending the rest of my life with him. He did all the cooking (cept two loaves of bread I baked last night) for today and helped clean the house while I took care of L. Then, as if that wasn't stupendous enough, he did all the dishes and cleaned up this evening. Seriously, who can ask for more than that?

My daughter. She is the light of my life. I love her with a love that is so complete that I wonder how my life ever felt full before she came. The confidence she has given me in my instincts and the joy she has brought to me are immeasurable. It's hard to express exactly what she means to me in words, it just seems beyond that. I don't know how to say it except to say that I love her more than I knew I could love another person.

My family and friends. I have incredibly loving and supportive people in my life. My two best friends have been with me since sixth grade - we know each other inside and out. Our families try to accept us as we are and do all they can to help us when we need it. We have an incredible support group and for that we are truly blessed.

My health. I take this one for granted a lot, but I can only imagine how different my life would be if I weren't in the good health that I am in.

Food to eat, roof over my head, clothes on my back. Also taken for granted so much and I need to try harder to be more appreciative of all I have. Sure, there's plenty I don't have, but it's nothing I need.

What are you thankful for today? I hope for all the things I am and even more - family, friends, the necessities of life, good health, and all that is important to you. Happy Thanksgiving!

Thinking Inside The Box

So yesterday L had her four month check up with the pediatrician. Good times, good times. They're really good at what they do, if you equate what they do with making my kid cry. Anyway, amidst all the wailing and knashing of gums we were given a handout on preventing sleep problems. Oh, this handout was full of wisdom and I'm not sure how we've gotten along for almost four months without it. Surely this should be given out to all prospective parents when they meet the pediatrician during pregnancy. How else would parents know their child is supposed to sleep in a box?

Yes, a box. Apparently if you want your child to sleep in the same room as you then they suggest you put your child to sleep in a box beside your bed. I am not kidding.

This is probably why L is having such a hard time with sleep right now - we have never, not once, put her to sleep in a box. A crib, her bassinet, our bed, sure, but never a box. The shame, oh the shame and the guilt we now carry will be with us for a long time. I don't know if hubby and I will ever be able to fully forgive ourselves for the damage we have surely wrought upon our child.

This, among other reasons, is leading us to seriously, and I mean very seriously consider a change of pediatricians. I mean how can we ever show our faces there again since they now know we've failed as parents?

This Too Shall Pass

L had decided there are intersting things in the world. Apparently more interesting than me (I know, I know, hard to believe, right?) since instead of nursing she'd rather crane her neck and try her hardest to see whatever there is behind me, above me, to the side of me, etc. etc.

She also likes to do this when she should be going to sleep (again with the sleep!) such that bedtime at a reasonable time of night is a thing of the past. Added to the mix is the crying and sometimes screaming that goes on at bedtime, as well. Thank goodness for Ask Moxie and this post over there which has really helped me to relax about the whole thing and realize this is probably a phase L is going through, so yes, this too shall pass. Hopefully quickly...

Also, allow me to put up bedtime as an excuse for the short and sweet post tonight, L has just gone to bed (finally) and I'm trying to beat the clock since midnight is fast approaching.

The Cop Out Post

For lack of a better post, or really, for lack of just about anything to write but still trying to stick to posting everyday, here is a roundup of some of the funniest blog posts I've come across. Hope you enjoy!

From Wonderland: Because Mother Nature made bottles for a reason.

From Amalah: A hilarious post about toy trains

From Blue Loggy: A tale of her cat

From Flotsam: A letter to her science babies

From So Close: A story about poop and flowers

Yes, I realize this is a total cop out post. Yes, I realize I'm really using other people's posts to fill in the void on my own. Yes, I know all these things and still posted this. But they were sure funny, no?

Hanging By A Toe

I realize this is the third time I’ve written about sleep lately. But I’ve found that lovely little saying - absence makes the heart grow fonder - is so very true. It would seem that perhaps in this case absence has also made the heart grow a little obsessed. Sometimes I feel like I spend all day, all 24 full hours of it, trying to either get some sleep myself, get L some sleep, or both. Consider that L’s sleep during the day consists of 45 minute stretches, so even though she really needs a good 2 or 2 1/2 hours of sleep for her morning nap to keep herself from rubbing her eyes constantly until nap number two, she still will only go 45 minutes at a time. This means that her morning nap is made up of three 45 minute stretches with me putting her to sleep for each one. Consider also that for each 45 minute stretch I spend 20 minutes swaying in the chair just to get her to sleep (luckily for me though she prefers the desk chair which means at least I get to read stuff on the computer the whole time), which then leaves me roughly 25 minutes before I’m needed again. Sometimes this gets a little old. But, it’s either that or a screamfest, so when it comes down to it, I’m all for swaying in the chair and getting nothing worthwhile done during the day. And really, it isn’t that bad, except when you throw in some terrible bedtimes (such as we’ve been having for the last week or so - tonight it was four.long.hours. of her falling asleep and waking back up) and then I just feel like I’m on the edge, hanging on by just my little toe. And the left one at that.

The Hero That I Am

Can I be a proud parent here for a minute folks? My little L is the cutest baby ever. And I don’t think that’s my bias talking or anything. I’m pretty sure she’s also the smartest baby ever, the sweetest baby ever, and pretty much just all around the most awesomest baby ever. Anyway, I know you guys all agree with me so I’ll quit preaching to the choir and get on with my post now.

So L, being the little genius that she is, has learned how to remove her binky (that’s what us cool parents call a pacifier) from her mouth and is working on being able to put it back in, but her rate of success at this point in time is pretty low. So she’ll grab her binky, pull it out of her mouth and wave it around in her hand all the while getting really pissed off that somebody had the nerve to steal her binky and then tease her with it by waving it in front her face. And she’s pretty sure that whoever this jerk is that is always stealing her binky is a total coward too, since he’s never once even shown his face. Luckily, her hero of a mother will swoop in and rescue her binky placing it back where it belongs thus saving the day. Yes, yes, keep clapping, I totally deserve it. Thank you thank you, don’t you worry my adoring fans, I am patting myself on the back right now.

Dearest Sleep,

My beloved, where have you gone? And why have you left me, my sweet? I miss you so much my darling and wish you would come back home soon. I don’t know what I did to make you leave, but whatever it is I am sorry. I promise I have been faithful to you, my beloved sleep. I think of you all the time. I miss you so much more than any of my other friends I haven’t seen in awhile like long, hot showers, uninterrupted reading time, and evening activities after 7 pm - none of these others compare to you my love. Please come back home baby (cue the Barry White music) and make mama happy again.

Forever yours,
Jenn

Nummies

So ladies and gents, I went to my first La Lehce League meeting today. And let me tell you, it was so refreshing to be around women who just fed their babies when they were hungry. No going to a back room somewhere or hiding out in the bathroom. What a concept! Feeding a hungry baby! I tell you, it was amazing people, amazing.

Sadly, L got a bit fussy after an hour or so (in her defense, it was her naptime) and we had to head on home. I really wish we could have stayed longer. Am so looking forward to going to the next meeting in December and hoping we’ll get to stay the whole time.

I’m not so sure why breastfeeding is such a taboo thing in so many circles. I mean, I get that somebody might see a bit of boob while the baby is latching on, but seriously people once the baby is nursing, you can’t see anything - their head is in the way. And if we all agree (and I think most of us do) that breastfeeding is best for both babies and mamas then why is it so bad to provide the best to your child while in public? Are we only supposed to provide the best when at home? That’s silly! If you don’t want to see it, don’t look - don’t try to deny me the opportunity to feed my baby in the way that God and nature intended.

Anyway, so really enjoyed the LLL meeting and I might just ask for a membership for Christmas.

Whoo Hoo!

Well, my dearest non-existent readers, I am officially a freelance writer. That’s right! You read that correctly, I am a freelance writer. My very first article has been accepted by a certain family oriented website! And get this, they’re even going to pay me!! It’s not much, but it’s something more than nothing, and hey, you gotta start somewhere, right? I wish I could reveal more details to you, but, alas, per my writing contract I cannot. But, I can certainly share my excitement with you. So here goes, are you ready to share? I’m excited!!

The article was very well written, if I do say so myself. And I do. And it was accepted right away. So go me! And yea!

In Which The Writers Strike Against Me

You know, those writers sure have bad timing. I mean, I’m all for retirement savings and healthcare and fair pay. But seriously, did they have to go on strike right when I get cable for the first time in years? And when I’m only going to have it for a little while? It’s understandable that I’m not their first priority, but I assume I’m second priority, and as such, I feel I deserve a little bit more consideration. Sheesh.

I guess it doesn’t really matter though, for the most part I don’t even know a show is a rerun. But for some reason this whole short cable excursion would seem a little more exciting if I knew I was watching a bunch of new shows. But, like I said, I understand I’m only priority number two, and hey, writers gotta watch out for number one just like the rest of us.

Misc.

L had a hard time sleeping today anywhere other than on me, so my left arm got a serious workout. I’m going to have some awesome arm muscles soon from carrying and holding my lovely little chunky monkey.

I’ve been making a list of things I want to sew as gifts for Christmas this year. Handmade things are hopefully going to go over well, what with all the crap they keep finding in manufactured items. Can you believe that business over Aqua Dots?! L is only getting cloth and wooden toys made in the U.S. for Christmas.

And my husband would like me to note how much I love him. Lots and Lots and Lots. Duly noted.

Just a quick rant

Hubby, L and I went down to our city’s fall art fesitval today. It was a beautiful day, mid 70s, sunny, just gorgeous. We stopped by a booth that my mother in law was working and two other ladies at the booth wanted to say hi to L who was on my front in the mei tai. That’s cool and all, I don’t mind, but L turned her head away and fussed a little so I figured they would back off and let her be. I couldn’t believe it when they practically chased her around in the carrier - pulling back the fabric to try and find her! I stepped back a bit and said okay, okay, a few times and yet they followed me. She was obviously unhappy and wanted no part of it and kept turning her head away from them and fussing and after about the third time they did this she started to cry. They kept going at her! As she cried! I actually had to walk away to get them to leave her alone. I couldn’t believe it. These grown women just made my baby cry and would have kept doing the very thing that made her upset if I hadn’t walked away. What is wrong with people?!

A.M. Happiness

I love the smiles I get from L in the morning as we wake up together. She sleeps with us most nights and waking up next to her is one of my favorite times of day. Even if I'm really tired and not ready to start my day yet, I can't help smiling back at her. Her cheeriness is infectious. I was a reluctant cosleeper at first, but have come to love having her cuddle next to me all night long. And the mornings, well, they're just wonderful. On the weekends when hubby doesn't have to get up for work, we all laze around in bed for awhile talking (or cooing) and sometimes reading a story or two. I can't believe this is my life - it's so incredible and I'm so grateful for it.

Somebody Please Come By In Two Weeks

and wrestle this cable box from our hands. PLEASE. We may not be able to give it up. Somehow we forgot about things like, Comedy Central (which has even been vastly approved upon with the Colbert Report) and The Discovery Channel and ESPN. How did we give that up so easily before? I don't know. Wish I could remember, cause right now, it's so tempting to just keep the box, at least for the special pricing trial period. I mean, it IS a good deal - 30 bucks for 300 channels...

Don't mind me. Just rationalizing to myself. Nothing to see here.

Ahem.

In other news, check out this link for safe toys for your holiday gift giving pleasure, that is, if you're not totally into making everything yourself this year.



And again, in other news, why doesn't my daughter want to go to sleep tonight even though she is incredibly tired? Or, that could also be phrased, why doesn't my daughter want to sleep anywhere tonight other than on me or hubby? Anybody know? Anybody? No? Well, I don't know either. Perhaps the cable bug has infected her and she senses (cause we don't actually let her watch tv) there are cool shows to watch on the box. Perhaps it's that it's Friday and she thinks it's time to Par-tay. Or some such. If you equate par-tay-ing with cry-ing. I just got done with my first shift of holding the baby so she'll sleep (a shift so long I was sure my arm was going to just fall right off the side of my body and I'd have to use my super quick relfexes to catch L with the other hand lest her little head bump on the armrest of the chair) and hubby is now clocked in and on the job. We'll probably be switching off until we all just go to bed together tonight. But, at least while hubby is doing his shift I can watch some awesome tv. At least for the next two weeks. Because somebody is coming over to wrestle that box from us, right?

TV Thursdays and Cooler Cable

Oh Thursdays, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

1. Ugly Betty
2. Grey's Anatomy
3. Payday (well, every other Thursday, anyway)

Well, I guess there's only three ways I love Thursday, but still I sure do love TV on Thursdays. I'm not a huge TV person but I do love laughing at Ugly Betty and being suckered into the primetime soapness of Grey's Anatomy. I'm not that into any other shows except those two, TV is just not that big of a deal for me. My hubby and I haven't had cable in a long time and have just gotten by on the five channels we get with our antennae. Cable is just so expensive and full of crap shows that we had it cut off a long time ago and have never looked back.

Well, except during college football season. We are huge fans of a certain team and have season tickets so we're able to go to all the home games. But the away games are a different story. Most of them are played on a station we get, but every once in awhile an away game will run on ESPN or Sunshine Sports and we don't get those channels which presents a problem. It used to not be such a big deal, we'd just go somewhere else to watch the game. But now that we've got L around it's a bit harder. Especially for night games that are near her bedtime as the game is this Saturday. So, my hubby went on down and got us some cable today - we intend to only keep it for two weeks (so we'll have it for Thanksgiving, too, since we're having that at our house this year). But, let me tell you, cable is a lot cooler now than it was the last time we had it. Our cable box comes with DVR function, movies on demand, and instant replay of the last 30 seconds of football games! OMG I hope we can send this box back in two weeks...

More Blogging! Just as promised!

So, yesterday I promised more blogging! and more reading! (that's your part) and more fun! So here I am today, meeting my obligations and providing more blogging and fun, just for you my dear readers.

I came across an awesome site today, Sew, Mama, Sew! - and if you like crafty things then quick go check it out. I'll wait. Back now? Good. They are doing a Handmade Holidays 30 gifts to sew blog and I'm in love. Why is this such a good idea you're asking? Well, there's the fact that like everything has lead paint in it these days (ok, well maybe not everything, but still all those recall notices for things kinda makes it seem like it), and the fact that Christmas can get pretty expensive what with buying gifts for everyone (cause you can't go cheap, everybody will know you got that crap at the dollar store), and also the fact that I have recently discovered the love of the sewing machine (even if my sewing machine is an old hand me down from my mom and is a nice retro yellow. seriously. ugliest thing you've seen in awhile, but it does it's job). So I am going to see how many of these gifts I can sew, and then how many of these gifts actually come out in a giftable condition (did I mention I'm new at this whole sewing gig? I don't want people thinking my beautiful, tenderly handmade gifts are crap from the dollar store) and then maybe give some as gifts this year. I'm thinking the baby blankets will be something I make a few of, as I have three friends (well, two friends and one sister in law) due in January and February - one with twin girls!

Any of you think you might do any handmade gifts this year? Or are you handmaking something spectacular for Thanksgiving? Or did you handmake something spooky for Halloween? Do share!

Day 2, Which is really day 6, but who's counting?

Oh, well, I guess that would be me counting. Huh.

So kinda neat - I've had some visitors! Readers that I'm assuming actually do exist. Welcome to all of you existent readers - I'm sure the non-existent ones that have been with me the whole time will make you feel all kinds of welcome round here. Maybe you'll come back again one day? I mean, I am writing all these posts this month. Surely there will be something you would like to read. And it's certainly fun to be writing for both existent and non-existent readers. Not that writing for all of you dear, non-existent readers isn't wonderful. I don't mean to step on any non-existent toes or hurt any non-existent feelings. It's just that, you know, the world takes all kinds of readers and what not and all that. So. On to something else.

I'm thinking of not only telling you all the little happenings in my world but maybe doing a few posts from various blog post idea lists this month as I embark on NaBloPoMo. Also, if there is anything you readers (existent and non-existent) would like to know, please ask. I'd be happy to answer almost anything. Oh, also for all you readers that enjoy reading things other than blogs, like say, books maybe, I think I'll keep some sort of tab on what I'm reading this month. Although I will warn you my reading is slow going what with the baby and all. And, as if right on cue, the baby has awoken. So, more later then? Yes, yes, more later then. You come back, I'll come back, and there will be more blogging! and reading! and other fun things! Yea for NaBloPoMo!

Tardy

So, I'm kinda late.

Apparently, this NaBloPoMo deal started at the beginning of November, and here I am, five days in with nary a post. But, have no fear, my first NaBloPoMo post is here.

I realize I'm a completely unknown blogger. But, I think this will be a good exercise for me, even if nobody else ever reads what I write. I wouldn't mind having some sort of freelance career sometime in my future, so any writing that can be done will only help further that sort of goal of mine.

NaBloPoMo here I come. I am up to the challenge even though technically I've already failed. But, let it never be said that a little bit of failure kept me from succeeding. Onward, ho!