Who was busy with three kids of her own....

And away we go.....

I promise that I won't have a Brady Bunch reference in each post. Well, maybe I will - because you can pretty much relate everything in life back to the greatest show that ever was - The Brady Bunch.

This is my first blog post. I'm not sure how it's going to turn out. It might be funny, it might not. It's a little late, so it might just be a rambling mess. Who knows?!

I decided to start this blog for a couple of reasons:

1. My work friend Wendie tells me that I should be keeping a journal. She actually gave me a journal but I've only written in it once. (Sorry Wendie!) She tells me on a regular basis that I should be writing for Saturday Night Live, that I'm wasting my time at my job, etc. All good ego boosts - so in part, this blog is for Wendie. :)
2. If I don't start writing stuff down, I will forget it. I'm hurtling towards 40 and as loathe as I am to admit it, I'm getting old. I have to hold things out a little ways to see them. I have to write things down or I will forget to do them. I creak a little when I stand up.
3. I seem to run into an abnormal amount of weird people and weird situations. I guess I figure that someone somewhere might get a kick out of reading about them.
4. My auntie Judy just started a blog. If she can do it, I can do it.

So there you have it.

Tomorrow, my twins start 2nd grade. Marcia and Jan (not their real names - my husband said no) are heading back to class. They got these nicknames because last year Marcia (Hayley) got a "Terrific Kid" award. This upset Jan (Hannah) because she didn't get one at the same time. "Well, all day long at school I hear how great Marcia is at this or how wonderful Marcia did that! Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!" OK, so that's from the real Marcia and Jan and not my Marcia and Jan, but it still applies in this case. But seriously, 2nd grade. It seems like yesterday I was keeping them from cutting each others' hair and painting on the wall with Desitin, and now they are full fledged readers/writers and arithmeticers. (Yeah, it's not a word.)

If that weren't bad enough, in exactly 8 days my little boy turns THIRTEEN! An official teenager. How in the world am I old enough to have a teenager, when in my head I'm still 17 myself? He's taller than I am now....texts his friends on the cell phone, has a Facebook page and spends more time in the shower than I do.

Welcome to my mid-life crisis!