Well, heck yes.  This is a great place for me to start writing.  I was just thinking the other day, that I needed to start clearing the air...taking chances...writing in a blog.  Whatever.  This place seems more hidden than those biggies like MySpace and Facebook.  You will not see a picture of me here blowing up a raft at the beach.  Thank God. 

About me and only me.  I may mention a few other charaters, but never mind them.  This is for me and about me.  Ok, who am I kidding?  As a mother, caregiver, wife...I have definately lost my identity a long time ago.  I am 45 years old for one more month, than I will plunge into 46.  I am so not looking forward to 46.  It sounds old.   I don't look old. I absolutely act like I did when I was 27, before kids and a husband.  That is a new "thing" that appeared a year and half ago. I can't fight it any longer and we will talk about that indepth at a later blog.  I just don't have any clue about my age when I start talking.  I can only assume that when I am talking to people that are my age, they must think that I need to perhaps grow up.  I look at them like they are my parents and I need their approval. weird. 

I drink wine daily in the evening only. No, don't try to put me in rehab.  I wish I could afford the stuff that I like to drink.  I drink this wine called Crane Lake.  It is $3.99 per bottle.  You know, it gets me where I need to be in the evening.   Nice and relaxed.  I love to curl up with my favorite blanket and watch TV.  I am drinking wine right now as I am typing this and someone in the High Powers of Yahoo needs to add spell check, please.

 I think you know me well enough for now.  Let me tell you about my day today.  It appears that a friend of a friend wants to take my 14 year daughter to Planned Parenthood.  (I am taking a long pause here).  (still pausing).  Yes, that is correct.  I have always been the Mom that told my girls anything they needed or didn't need to know.  I like to think of myself as a "liberal" Mom.  Definately Pro-choice.  Voting for Obama.  Hated Bush from day one. Forgave Clinton.  The whole solid day I felt like someone punched me in the gut.  What was this person thinking and why didn't my daughter contact me first.  I didn't know whether to be angry or hurt.  And who does this friend of a friend think she is butting into my life and my daughters life.  I gave birth to this wonderful creature and she is MINE!  I of course confronted my daughter when she came home.  Calm.  Yes, she cried and I was calm.   We talked and talked and talked.  I feel like we reached a very nice place in our relationship today that is as mom and daughter.  I hope that she remembers this for a long time.  I know that I will.  As for this friend of a friend.  Mind your own business!!! 

Things that need addressing:
1. I have not had a sexual relationship in over a year. 
2. lawn needs mowed
3. mower needs fixed
4. new job. 
5. get rid of husband

more to come...