One must begin at the beginning, no?

well. its you and me computer. im venturing out into the net-web all alone just hoping that i dont have a sandra bullock moment. but honestly i was never fantastic with journaling in the first place, so the ambition of a blog is over the top. like way over the top. however i am determined to at least dabble (which is never my problem...its the enduring after the novelty wears away that is my problem); so here is me, dabbling. two things first:

Item #1) I will be more correct in my usage of proper punctuation. Somewhere in my education I became "poetic" and cannot get that leech off my back when it comes to typing. Maybe I'm sticking it to The Man. Maybe The Man's Cousin, The (Grammar/Propriety) Woman. Whoever I have been sticking whatever to, I promise to cease.

Item #2) I will post before I feel like a complete barnacle at the end of the day. By this I mean that there must be some time after the rush of life, and the baby is sleeping, and before I become listless and lifeless and non-coherant clinging to the computer/book/knitting/husband trying not to go to bed. Childish? Uh huh. Other non-flattering adjectives? Uh-huh.

And so I have begun. No promise to make sense. No promise to be concise. Just a promise to myself to capture my thoughts right here.

I suppose it could be appropriate to show some of my little world.

Tonight: Spinach Tortellini Soup -you complete me.

Happy Baby. Stoked-on-Compters-and-Learning-about-Them Husband. Tired Self.

Now it's off to bed on our mattress that is not emitting noxious fumes. More on that later. I promise.