This is all Gwendomama’s fault. I’ve put off blogging for years, content to read the brilliance of others, but I got the bug. She gave it to me. She posted some of what I’d written to her and now I want my own blog.
Not sure what I’ll do with it. But it’s mine, all mine. mwah ha ha ha
So this first post is bound to be pretty lame. You know, that first ten minutes of conversation with someone new, where you ask each other “standard” questions and then stare off into space as they tell you all about where they grew up (Alaska) and went to school (Pacific Lutheran University, Hey! They had a great choir.) and what color their houses were growing up (I have no idea, I lived in 19 different houses before leaving for college, I didn’t pay attention to what color they were). Oh, I’m sorry, was I drifting?
In this current moment, I am 46 years old, grey-haired, much less svelte than I was when I got married, but still beautiful in my own way. I have an entertaining and handsome husband, and two teenagers to keep me occupied in my stay-at-home mom life. We’ve got a dog (a black, border-collie, couch-potato dog named Cinders) three cats (Sugar, Chocolate and Isabelle) and a fish pond with 15 shubunkin (Japanese/American carp).
My eldest teenager is a 15 1/2 year-old daughter who claims to be Emo. I think she just likes the look and the music (she’s got dyed black hair, wears heavy black eyeliner, but smiles and laughs way too much to be authentic Emo, and I, for one, am quite glad about that). My 13-year-old son loves humor, chess, juggling and chatting with his school friends on-line. I’ll have to figure out nicknames for them, but haven’t done that yet. Each of their “proper” names came in a dream, so maybe I’ll just wait for the blogging name dream. . . no? too airy fairy? probably. Oh well. I live in the Santa Cruz Mountains. It’s to be expected.
My daughter, Panda, just walked past as I was trying to figure out what to call her. She’s obsessed with Pandas. Hence the name. My son is obsessed with Kiwi (the bird), so that’s his new name. Of course, that will just confuse anyone who’s from New Zealand or knows anything about New Zealand. I could find some reference to Gary Larsen, since that’s who he’s been actively studying for the past few years.
Silly me. All I had to do was ask. He wants to be called Keno. I dunno why, but I’m not asking. That’s his tacit approval of being in this blog, so I’m not going to argue.
My darling husband wanted to know what my theme was for this blog. Does there have to be a theme? I can’t stick to a single topic in a conversation, so I’m not sure why he thought I’d be able to stick to a theme here in cyberland.
Was there a theme to this one? Did you even read this far? Thank you, if you did. Come back later, maybe I’ll have thought of something profound to say. Nah, probably not, but it ought to be entertaining watching me try. . .