rambling continued

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.

Peace,
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