Since everyone and their fucking brother is on Blogspot, I figured I'd give it a try too. I'm getting tired of the issues over at FOD and I'm not crazy about blogging on MySpace. Too many freaks over there. And I've been told it is time to start a photo blog. So I'm going to do it. It's not like I have anything better to do right now.

For anyone that doesn't know me and wants to (Anyone? Anyone? Didn't think so.) I live in St. Louis. I've lived here my entire life and I'll most likely die here too. It's not that St. Louis is wonderful or anything. There are many better places to be. But I've gotten used to it. I'm comfortable with it. Most of the time. In my 26 years I've managed to be sentanced - er.. married - for almost seven of those years. I've also spawned two offspring. Cheeky little things, but they are cute, so I choose to keep them. For now. I have what most people would consider a very crappy job. I work at an electronics store on the weekend. But fuck those people, I really like it there. During my week I do the Mommy thing. What's the Mommy thing? It's getting up at 6 am and prying my eyelids open long enough to get lunches made for my husband and my first grader. I also have to put a granola bar in a lunch sack for my 3 year old so he feels important. Breakfast tends to be whatever I have the energy for. Sometimes cold cereal, sometimes fresh blueberry muffins. After cleaning that mess up the race is on to get teeth brushed, hair combed and clothes matched in time for the bus. Then it's just me and the ankle biter until the afternoon. That's when I pick up a kindergartener. That one doesn't belong to me. He's my best friends son. He's also a great kid, so I don't mind. It's very entertaining to see the moms at his school. Not a hair out of place, perfect nails and golden tans. Then there's me. I'm the queen of ripped jeans and funky t-shirts. I get some strange looks, but for some reason it doesn't really bother me. It's taken me a long time to figure out who and what I am and to get comfortable in my own skin. Now that I've managed that, I've somehow become a nicer person. Kind of.

I have a nasty temper. I'll admit it. But it's gotten better with age. I see most things in black and white. Right and wrong. The exception to the rule is that I try my best to put myself in the shoes of others. Walk around a little. Try to figure out where they are coming from. It's not going to make me change my mind, but a little bit of understanding never hurt anyone.

I've got some wonderful friends. They keep me sane and make me laugh. They mean to world to me and when I think of them, I don't think of them as only friends. They have become my family. We aren't related by blood, but somehow that's better. If you've ever met any of my blood relatives you'd know that they are all nutty and I'm lucky to be as normal as I am.

So that's me. All wrapped up into a neat, nice little blog package. I suppose if you want to get to know me, you can check in here sometimes and see what I've been up to. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, I'm just hoping mine are worth half of that to you. To me, there's a good chance they are worth much more than that.