In The Beginning

All new to this but a couple people of my Facebook friends recently suggested I start a blog, that others might enjoy reading my sometimes odd way of looking at life. Maybe they’re flattering me, maybe they’re just trying to share the awkwardness they feel at reading my posts, but worth a try. I don’t know if you’d call me an avid blog reader, but I am an avid contest enter-er. It hurt to type that word just now. Strange to say it’s a hobby, but it is. And I’ve got the winnings to prove it! I started to list what I’ve won but realized I can’t, I’ve forgotten some of it. Sometimes big, sometimes little. I average about once a month. It’s exciting to win, even if it’s really small. I won a pen once. It’s a pen that smells like apple pie though! You can check my About Me page for more info on who I am and my goals for the blog here. But really I hope to brighten someone’s day, or to share something that I’m happy to have learned from someone else. For this first post, though, for posterity’s sake, I’d like to share the Facebook post that got me to blog (incidentally, I hate the word blog), originally posted around 11pm, when it was dark outside, it matters:

“Oh. my. Gosh. There is a weird noise happening in my office. I have to work, jobs due at 7am. I keep hearing a noise so I whip around in my chair. I don’t see anything. My office is kind of a sun room, windows all around. And used to be a porch, so it’s on top of a creepy crawl space that we’ve never even looked in since moving here. I got up to make sure the door in here is locked. Shut all the blinds. Duct taped a napkin to the window in the door (ssh, it’s all I could find). I start to type. There’s that noise! It sounds like a critter. Or someone tapping the window. Eeieeieie!! On the verge of going to wake John up (’cause that’s a good husband’s job, right?) when I realize I just spent TEN minutes of much needed work time freaking out. at the sound of a pumping bra with a zipper down the middle blowing in the breeze of the fan next to my desk and hitting my chair.”

The bra has since relocated itself to the pack and play diaper stacker (’cause…where else?) but here’s the setup my dear husband nearly lost sleep over:

Pardon the mess, in the interest of being honest, this is what my office really did look like. Dog toy on the floor and all.