So, if you're looking for polished or even believed to be finished pieces or accustomed to lovely musings with beautiful images to enhance the read (I can barely manage writing, I have no other artistic abilities; any images I use will be borrowed from free domain or permission of a real artist), you might want to read elsewhere. My grammar is suspect and I'm a lousy speller. Thank Maude for spellcheck.
Don't worry. This is longest free write, journaling I'll write here, but as I do this, I confess it is liberating. I've read so many aesthetically beautiful and organized blogs, I was seriously thinking about virtually bolting because I didn't think I could do this, but here I am.
So here's the deal: I'm a weird chick, a woman with only a few clubs in her bag and all right with it. I drive my kids crazy and they will confirm it wholeheartedly. I figure if they tolerate me why not see if any of you will sign up for the same? Whew, glad I put this out there. If you have no idea what or why I'm sharing this, welcome to my world. Expect more of the same. I can't parade around here like I know what I'm saying or what I'm doing. I just know I'm here to trying to get my head around this nagging notion that just maybe I can write something worth reading.
So while you're here, know that I'm glad you've chosen to hang out with me.