No stranger to the blogging world, my subscriptions list runs so deep that it's become embarrasing to me that I don't just bite the bullet and get on the blog train myself. I'm officially de-lurking and have a proper and respectable sign-in so as to no longer be confused with the other crazy anonymous commenters I know some of you have had the joy (?) of coming into contact with. Rest easy, first time visitor, I'm of the friendly variety! :)
Basically, this blog is my "honest" place (insert: candor). Not that I live my regular life with dishonesty, but I do have to edit myself on regular occasion. I chalk that one up to what my husband does for a living but... I can't talk about that in too much detail because I'd like to maintain a level of anonymity. This is to protect myself because should certain people of the gossipy, chit-chat variety that frequent the non-profit organization of which my husband serves in a leadership capacity, come across some of the things I'm sure to say in this blog, let's just say that the tongues will not cease to wag on Sunday morning. And who needs that kind of drama? Not I! (How was that for thinly-veiled analogies?)
The clatter half of this blog comes in on behalf of my 5 month old son. Quiet times are few and far between... especially since we've just entered the realm of teething. Oh boy. Add that we're moving into our first house in less than a month and leaving the country for a month two weeks after we sign, clatter may well move right on into chaos.
That all I've got for now. The jumperoo, my one and only ally against the Teething Monster, is no longer sufficing as entertainment for Baby G. And on we go...
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