El blogo numero uno

My husband recently started his own blog, and I guess I thought...
"What the heck, why don't I check it out?"

By the way, the title of my page should make sense to him and only him. If you get it, well... You know too much about us.

I'm not really sure who would like to read the random musings of a newly unemployed full-time mom and housewife, but there's a market for everything.

I recently decided that my life up till this point has been pretty interesting, and someone ought to document it, if for no other reason than so future generations can laugh at my embarrassing moments just as the ones who went through them with me laughed... at me, not with me, mind you. I haven't decided if I should change a few minor details to save my family from humiliation or if I should just tell it straight and let it all hang out. I think I'm going to do a little bit of both, and leave it to the reader (assuming there is one) to try and determine what's fiction and what isn't. Anyway, here are the first few sentences...

"I think it all started when I was four... that sneaking suspicion that maybe, just maybe, my reign as queen of the known world was coming to an end. A little sister? Oh, joy."

Eh. I guess it's as good a place as any to start.

When thinking about my life, I've realized that I'm incredibly blessed. I have a wonderful husband who loves me without reason, an amazing 6 month old son who stole my heart the minute I knew he existed, and a family who, despite their collection faults and flaws, have always supported me in my endeavors in any way they possibly could. I understand that no one really likes to hear about other people's immense and undeserved happiness, but it's hard not to stop and say "wow, I'm lucky" every now and then.

Baby's up, gotta run.