My mother

Ahh mothers...(that should be read more like a wistful sign than a scream followed by "WHEN do I turn 18 again?!")

But really, my blog, like me, got its start from my dear mom who I love so very much-- and buys me very nice things :)-- but that's not why I love her....really. She enjoys doing that on her own....really. Anyway, I like to talk about things going on in my head and we were driving back from one of our 2-3 hour-long evening walks when I was talking about how the speed limit could be used as a metaphor for something else that sucks (weight) when she said, "You should start a blog." Now I didn't know if this was a compliment (because she thinks I have interesting things to say) or an insult (because she thinks I need another outlet for my thinking besides her). This was at the beginning of the summer and I was a little skeptical. Why would I put myself out there? Would people read it? Would I be embarrassed? Ohh who am I kidding, I embarrass myself all the time and surprisingly don't mind. I look at it as entertaining myself. Plus, whoever is around gets a little free entertainment. So it's kind of like I'm making the world a better place one mistake at a time. And I've got a lot of them, trust me.

So she kept asking me if I was going to start one and I was delaying because I didn't really know where to begin. She suggested I call her friend who has a pretty successful blog: thestilettomom.com. I'm not sure if she posts her real name so I'm not going to either. Anyway, she told me all these technological terms that don't make any sense at all. "Basically, go to blogger.com and you'll be fine." Ok, I can do that; I can go to a website. So I checked out, made a blog with a really really long name and one post. Went back a week later and forgot my blog name and password. This was mid-summer.

To get me going, my mom got me some blogging books from the library (which I half-read, soooo yeah you could say I was really on top of it). Finally, after the summer ended and I had many embarrassing/funny/unfortunate/great things happen to me, the idea started to creep back in. Then today I woke up and said, "You know, I'm going to start today!" My roommate said, "I don't care about your cycle." After having a very busy week in which I started school AND 6am practices accompanied by going out every night (this combo results in a few hours of sleep before a Division 1 practice and is not recommended to ANYONE, breastfeeding or otherwise), I started to accumulate some interesting stories. One involving German male-models, one involving my other roommate calling me a slutty 70's mom "but in a good way!" and one involving a trip to the Choctaw Indian Reservation Resort Casino at midnight.

Have no fear, dear readers. If you aren't able to exactly partake in my many adventures, mistakes, and foot-in-mouth moments, you will be able to have a little chuckle as you unwind from your dreadful job you have to keep because the economy sucks while you play whatever newest and most pointless game Facebook has come up with where you work so hard to make money that really means nothing and still does nothing for you in the real world (where again, the economy sucks, in case you forgot). It's astonishing the amount of time people spend playing those games. They might as well get a real job and make real money that they could actually use to buy real food instead of growing 2D carrots in the garden that they have to "pay" other people to harvest. (Yes, Dad, I know you play that game).

Hmm...ok so this post has been really random and obnoxiously long. For those of you that stuck with me and suffered through to the end, congratulations! You get nothing. Maybe I will get better at this. Probably not. But until then, I will continue to vent and share my ideas for those who are willing to read. I guess this post is kind of like what goes on in my head all the time: different thoughts that turn into different things and when I finally get to the end, nothing makes sense anymore. Yay life.