Starting Somewhere

I don’t know what this blog will be about. But I do know what it will not be about.

It won’t be about my 4 darling—but fictitious—children. No heartwarming stories of the things they say like “Did you e-mail Santa about my Buzz underpanties?” No recaps of the adorable things they do like making syrup-egg-cereal creations for breakfast. Any cute kid stories will be of the nephew variety. Check back in 4-5 years for a mom blog.

It won’t be about my adventures in an exotic foreign country you’ve never heard

of. Sure, it was more entertaining to read about my eating roasted goat in the Sahara desert. But in his infinite wisdom, God replaced my toilet-swimming geckos with husband, house, and a new kind of happiness!

It won’t be about my club-bouncing crazy-dancing cosmo-drinking manolo-wearing sex-and-the-city life. My small town boasts an Olive Garden and Dress Barn. Rumor says a Sam’s is on the way.

It won’t be hysterical—wit is Husband's department. Or deeply theological—Christian higher ed and being a youth pastor’s wife doesn’t make me an expert. Or predictable—this might, in fact, be the only post as I have a way of not finishing what I start.

While I’m still not sure what will come of this, I do know that today I did a happy food dance for having a chance to write something! Hopefully it’s just the beginning.