My husband has been blogging for awhile. He's an author and he uses his blog to share his serialized novels and shares funny stories about what's going on with his life and our family. He had a good number of people follow him and he stays in touch with a few who he's developed friendships with IRL.
My husband is an OO, and online oversharer, not that that's a bad thing. He shares a lot. I've never been really comfortable doing so. I rarely post things on Facebook, except pictures of the kids which is really so I don't have to send real pictures to distant family through the mail. Get me in person and I'll tell you my life story and how I spent two weeks one summer in Idaho with my Grandmother and Great Aunt Opal, but online - I'm essentially mute.
I'm just not that interesting. I'm pretty normal, fairly boring, and not that clever. I always think, why would people want to read what I have to say? Well, they probably won't, but I'm coming to realize that's okay. If you find yourself here, it's likely because you stumbled onto it by accident. However, I'm here and I'm writing this blog and it will contain everything from my struggles with my weight and fitness, to handling my upcoming 40th birthday, to parenting my two boys (ages 9 & 6 going on 19 & 16), to trying to juggle being a mother and a full time employee, to starting my own direct sales business, to beginning a whole foods workshop/lifestyle change (Whole Foods Kitchen), to remembering I'm a wife amid all the roles I play, to whatever else life throws my way. It won't always be handled with grace. In fact, I'm guessing most of the time it won't be graceful at all. But it will be honest, it may be raw, and if you decide to keep coming back you might find a kindred spirit.
For the record, those two weeks in Idaho with my grandmother and Aunt Opal is a very fond memory. Aunt Opal used to be the cook for Joe Albertson of Albertson's supermarket at his hunting lodge. The lodge was located on two small islands joined by bridges in the Snake River between Oregon and Idaho. There were horses and hunting dogs, fishing for trout and catfish, trips to A&W, homemade jams, picking veggies from her HUGE garden, and a large swimming pool with a diving board.I wandered the islands for hours as I basically had the place to myself so I made good use of my time there exploring and revelling in the freedom. I first read The Trumpeter Swan there in the wheat field under a blazing sun. I did my first pike front from the diving board there. It was the place that I fed a horse an apple from my hand for the first time, and everyday thereafter. It was a perfect place for a 9-year-old girl from the big city of San Diego to learn joy from simpler things. It was paradise.
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