Apparently, the answers to those questions is Yes, and, Lots More People than I Thought.
I just got back Tuesday from a family trip back to my Hometown of Buffalo, Ny, for my cousin Carrie's wedding. It was lovely, btw. While there it felt absolutely surreal, for lack of any better term, to be back in the area I spent a relatively small but significant amount of my life in. I was born in Buffalo but only lived there my first few years before I started moving around, going back there for a short time, and then off for good around the country as I grew up and (finally) finished my education. Seeing the buildings I vaguely remembered as a child like Bethlehem Steel and the Lake Erie waterfront, my first thought was wow they are not nearly as big as I remember them! Nothing is quite as big or scary or intimidating in the present as it seemed in the past. Maybe the same goes for horses, too. Which leads me quite nicely into my story about Zucker, which as I was writing it up I realized it really needed its own page, so check it out here.
Much of my family at the wedding were very surprised to see me. Its an expensive trek to make it back East for visits, and the last time had been eight years ago for another cousin's wedding, when Aden was one year old and just a week before we found out I was pregnant with Evie. The one thing I was told that really astounded me, and it was usually the second thing out of people's mouths after "Hi!" was "I love reading your Facebook posts!" I was taken aback. I didn't realize how many people actually read what I posted on an almost daily basis. Which posts did they mean? The ones with pictures, there's always a lot of those. The memes I share? Only ever the best ones. Or the posts I actually write when the mood strikes me? (which is obviously now) It got me thinking, maybe I need a slightly better way to share my thoughts, and as I put it, my cheap therapy sessions, online. Its at the least therapeutic for me to get it all out whats in my head, and apparently I do indeed have an audience. So here it is, my Blog. I haven't really decided a theme for it, unless you consider randomly jotted down thoughts on family, kids, animals, the crazy shit that people do, history, medieval stuff, I can't make this shit up stories, and the occasional recipe that didn't suck a "theme." But here's to my continued successful therapy sessions, where I imagine I lay on the long black couch pouring my heart out as you peer over your glasses at me, wondering where exactly I'm going with this and if the cafeteria is serving chicken salad today.
So Thanks for reading, and sharing with me that you do read this when we meet. It makes my heart happy to know it amuses you and gives me hope that if I don't do something fantastic someday to inspire the bards to immortalize my memory in story or song, I'll have at least put a smile on your face for a moment. Enjoy!
I just got back Tuesday from a family trip back to my Hometown of Buffalo, Ny, for my cousin Carrie's wedding. It was lovely, btw. While there it felt absolutely surreal, for lack of any better term, to be back in the area I spent a relatively small but significant amount of my life in. I was born in Buffalo but only lived there my first few years before I started moving around, going back there for a short time, and then off for good around the country as I grew up and (finally) finished my education. Seeing the buildings I vaguely remembered as a child like Bethlehem Steel and the Lake Erie waterfront, my first thought was wow they are not nearly as big as I remember them! Nothing is quite as big or scary or intimidating in the present as it seemed in the past. Maybe the same goes for horses, too. Which leads me quite nicely into my story about Zucker, which as I was writing it up I realized it really needed its own page, so check it out here.
Much of my family at the wedding were very surprised to see me. Its an expensive trek to make it back East for visits, and the last time had been eight years ago for another cousin's wedding, when Aden was one year old and just a week before we found out I was pregnant with Evie. The one thing I was told that really astounded me, and it was usually the second thing out of people's mouths after "Hi!" was "I love reading your Facebook posts!" I was taken aback. I didn't realize how many people actually read what I posted on an almost daily basis. Which posts did they mean? The ones with pictures, there's always a lot of those. The memes I share? Only ever the best ones. Or the posts I actually write when the mood strikes me? (which is obviously now) It got me thinking, maybe I need a slightly better way to share my thoughts, and as I put it, my cheap therapy sessions, online. Its at the least therapeutic for me to get it all out whats in my head, and apparently I do indeed have an audience. So here it is, my Blog. I haven't really decided a theme for it, unless you consider randomly jotted down thoughts on family, kids, animals, the crazy shit that people do, history, medieval stuff, I can't make this shit up stories, and the occasional recipe that didn't suck a "theme." But here's to my continued successful therapy sessions, where I imagine I lay on the long black couch pouring my heart out as you peer over your glasses at me, wondering where exactly I'm going with this and if the cafeteria is serving chicken salad today.
So Thanks for reading, and sharing with me that you do read this when we meet. It makes my heart happy to know it amuses you and gives me hope that if I don't do something fantastic someday to inspire the bards to immortalize my memory in story or song, I'll have at least put a smile on your face for a moment. Enjoy!