So recently Greg and I made a trip in the car. A VERRRY LLOONNGG trip. We drove from Idaho Falls, Idaho through Wyoming, Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois, Kentucky, Tennessee, and Georgia, finally to arrive in the forested oasis known as Jacksonville, Florida. A few things came of this trip: 1) Greg and I have completed another wonderful journey together singing along to Train and listening to some weirdo Brandon Sanderson fantasy book, 2) I discovered that I hate Wyoming and Georgia, and 3) somewhere just north of Chattanooga I decided to start a blog.
I don’t know why I think this might be good for me. Who knows, maybe it won’t be, and I’ll be one of those bloggers who writes about seven posts before their musings are abandoned and get lost in cyberspace (that’s actually happened to me before…see here for just one example). Maybe it’s because I don’t really love Facebook and I would like to get reattached to the world in some manner—I work from home and Greg is sometimes the only person I talk to all day (and if there could be only one person I would talk to all day, it would definitely be him, but you get the point). Maybe I just want to talk about some stuff. Like how AWESOME was Les Mis, really? Hugh Jackman/Jean Valjean, I love you, Gavroche you are my hero, and Eponine I totally was rooting for you even though we all knew how it would end. And how absolutely incredibly terrible terrible is it to try for a baby and not be able to have one? Really? More on that later, I suppose. And how awesome are the Packers and the Yankees? Come on, let’s hear it for America’s most loved and hated teams! (This is my ploy to get Greg to contribute, if you couldn’t tell).
So here is post numero uno.
2013, watch out. Here we come!
