Why Am I Interesting?

I’m not.  I used to think that blogging was for the ultra-vocabulary-talented or someone who really has an interesting life.  I fit into neither of those categories.   However, while at our local coffee shop this morning watching a middle-aged woman casually drink her coffee & slowly make out her grocery list,  I began to think that in a few years my kids are going to be old & independent.  What am I going to do with myself then?  I would love to do exactly what this woman next to me just did…but then what about after that?   So my next thought was I better start journaling things that I am intestested in & that I may have time to do in about 10-15 years.   Well, wait though…I am not one to pick up a pen & write.  So, here goes, my first attempt at giving the general public complete access to unimportant ramblings about life.   Proceed at your own risk.


About MNelson

Thirty-something wife of one & mother of two. Okay...maybe that qualifies as mother to three?? (Kidding...honey.) Instead of writing about my dreams & aspirations, I will write about my dreams of how every night of the week at least one of the 3 additional people in my household wake me from my very precious sleep to tell me something very unimportant. I love coffee. I love cake. I dislike waking up to a messy kitchen and I really dislike my #1 monkey becoming a pre-teen or my #2 monkey becoming WAY TO OLD. I have these new silver strands of hair (okay, they're not that new....) and I am having this crisis of if I should keep them or let them go. See, not high-tech stuff people.