The first one

So I took the plunge. I said I wouldn't, and that seems to be the shortcut to me actually doing something. Saying I won't. Call it peer pressure. Self-imposed peer pressure. Or a need to self express, although you think I'd get my fill from the journaling, scrap booking and other documenting I do on our lives. I think it just looks fun, and I wanted to do it. Blame it on Jenn. It's her fault. Her blog is so amazing, and I find myself clicking it and getting aggravated when she hasn't updated it every day. So she's the inspiration.

So here I am. This may all be more than you ever wanted to know about me. This is how I'm going to go about this whole thing. It's a place for me to anchor down all these thoughts roaming around in my head. It's for me, really, because I'm such an outward processor. I'll just be here, writing away, posting pictures that make me happy, and chatting to myself. And you can eavesdrop. That way you can skip what parts you want to, and read what you want to.

Just make a deal with me. Don't get mad at me or change how you feel about me based on anything I write without talking to me about it first. Deal? Good. Now to figure out how to work this thing...