Prologue

Here's the thing, I've resisted blogging, the same way I resisted Harry Potter for so many years. I was reluctant, unwilling, hesitant, etc etc etc. Harry Potter was out for five years before I read the first book (actually, was read to by my then fiancee, now husband). I was pretty sure I just didn't have time for a blog. In fact, I am the person who rolls my eyes when I'm having a conversation with someone and they say "I put it in my blog", as if to say, "I don't really have time to talk to you about this so instead I published it on the internet for the world to read." But now ... now I'm blogging.

Okay, I get it. Blogging is the cool way to keep up with friends. And so many people have asked me if I blog, or say something to the effect of "Oh, you really should blog about that." Blogging just really hasn't been for me. I didn't really want to commit to keeping up with the blogging world: updating, adding pictures, and the pressures of writing something cute and clever.

But I guess I do have time. This morning I realized that I have a job where I just sit on the phone for a few hours a day, usually on hold for someone or waiting to leave someone a voicemail. Until now, I've found creative ways to keep myself occupied while making calls: Yesterday I did a lovely bright red manicure. I have never in my life maintained my nails, but it seems to be a good way to pass the time while working, and all in the name of beauty (read: vanity).

I am not committing to maintaining frienships on blogger. I am simply embracing the idea of documenting my life and thoughts and feelings, and posting it for all the world to read. I am sarcastic, I often make humor of my victim status, I am blunt and boring and honest. Be forewarned, my friends, this is just me. And you asked for it.