Introducing...

don't cross bumper - she's lethal

Dear Diary, I'm going to tell you everything because you are the only one I trust. CS just makes me soooo mad I could cut her a new one ... Okay I'm just kidding (sorta) but that's how I feel right now. Like a twelve-year old girl who's starting that crisp, new diary that was received for Christmas and she has resolved to keep updated the whole freakin' entire year. She will tell this diary the entire truth and nothing but the truth. But I have to stop the comparison there - this particular "diary" can be tripped upon more likely then when hidden under the mattress or wherever her diary hiding place of choice existed. I've been itchin' (figuratively - I swear) to write this blog since I developed an addiction to blog reading (or is that lurking, perhaps?) ANYWAYS.... where was I?

Oh yes... giddy like a schoolgirl ... okay that came out wrong. But here is the thing - for weeks now, while I have been struggling with new motherhood, I have discovered the new world (to me) of blogs and I'm beginning to feel a whole lot less isolated and a whole lot less crazy as I cruise the hallways of this new world. All from the comfort of my nursing glider, while Bumper grazes away and dozes during the day.

I guess all I need to say at this point (considering no one is listening or looking ... because how would they find me at this point) but as I was saying... I'm a horrendous writer, I suffer from verbal diarrhea alot, I abuse punctuation AND spelling and I'm not so eloquent. But I mean well and I felt the urge to share some of my life because so many others have been generous with theirs. I'm going to research blog etiquette to make sure I don't step on any toes and I hope someday, someone might make a comment. Over and out for now...