As promissed

A short list.

(more would just be verbose, and verboten)

talent

"I've always been a woman who arranges things...." like furniture, closets,drawers, and sometimes lives. (the last is just plain controlling bossiness and deserves to be on the other side of the list!)

terror

see above

talent

I am tremendously verbose. I adore public speaking. "look at me, look at me, love me!"

terror

hmmm. . . . again. Above

talent

Reading. I adore reading. I read quickly, swiftly, voraciously, and broadly. (finally a talent that cannot also be a terror!)

That is it! Must stop there before I ruin all of the mystery--ha! (*snort*) Really, stoping while I found a talent that does not cut both ways.

Warning

Should you be of the picky sort, the kind of person who reads with a red pen in hand searching frantically for misspellings and typos. . . . I am your girl!

I am heavily laden with talents.

Seriously.

HEAVILY laden.

So many talents that I cannot even make a list of them at the moment!

Unaccountably, spelling and typing do not top the list!

Confidentiality, they do not even make the list.

They are on the list of "embarrassing traits that make me laughable!"

(this list is also extensive.)

Perhaps the next post will be a side by side list. Talents vs. sad, sad traits.

That would be FUN, no really, F-U-N.

dalliance

So, I started this blog on a whim, a whimsy you might say.

It was never updated.

It was pushed into the back of my mind and purposely forgotten.

Treated like a pair of horridly outdated prom shoes from 1989.

Kept for some reason, but never brought out for show due to mad bouts of embarrassment.

For some reason I felt as though I had been striped bare when I started this.

And found it made me terrified,

insecure,

silly,

and just plain ridiculous.

So my flirtation with blogging lasted as long as my desire to be a blond,

15 min.

But I am willing to try again.

this time I am going to just resign myself to my ridiculous silliness.

SO THERE!

Can I not remain enternaly young?

The day of my birth has come and gone and I feel a bit of the blue funks. Don't get me wrong, I had a grand day altogether. I was pampered, suprised, and given lots of lovely gifts. My morose mood stems from simply ageing. I am not sure I want to slide farther into adaulthood. I have been married for almost 12 years, and five children. I am a home owner, and a mini-van driver. Is that not enough? Can I not stop there? Must what is left of my youth be sucked slowly from me?

It seems that time (and gravity) wait for no woman.

Crap.

I have no idea what I am doing!

For many years pleople have been telling me that I must try this. I have finally succumbed. We shall see if I am able to make this last! I am very verbose, so why not polute the internet with my musings? So here it is, the first offical post.