I sure know how to keep a committment, huh?

Wow, a week? Really?  That went fast. So much for daily blogging!

Maybe it’s because I’ve been really busy. Nothing so new in my life other than Mr. W and I have decided to procreate!

I’ve been charting my cycles through Fertility Friend for about 5 months now, and we decided that this month is the month. I have never tried to get pregnant before. As a matter of fact, the last two times I got knocked up, I was on some form of birth control. This is the first time I’ve ever planned it out, and I’m really paranoid that it ain’t gonna happen.

My chart is wonky, so I’m not even sure if it was good timing, but we’ve certainly been “trying”. My husband is completely oblivious to womanly cycles and demands that I test myself for pregnancy right.this.very.minute! I tried to brief him, but he doesn’t get it. Between the two of us, our child is going to be wishing he had a different genetic makeup!

Other than all of the baby-making jazz, Mother’s Day was this past weekend. Mr. W took the kids to wal-mart and bought me Mums .He did this on Saturday afternoon. At some point late on Saturday night, he kind of looked like he was constipated. When I asked him what was wrong, he anxiously admitted that 1.) he had bought me flowers and 2.) they’d been under the sink without water in 75 degree heat all day. I dug them out and stuck them in a vase. The petals were falling off, but it was definitely the thought that counts.

E made me a poster with Superman on it. Apparently, I’m “Supermom”. He painted his name with watercolors and was fairly impressed with himself. Fi made me a card out of pink card stock. She glued random shapes on the front and drew a very interesting picture on the inside. I forced my family to go with me to the new Chinese buffet. Chinese food makes everyone but me and E gag. They begrudgingly went, and we had a fantastic meal! Oh, I forgot. We spent the morning at Mr. W’s mom’s house. I love my Mother-In-Law. She has been feeling kind of down, so she was thrilled when I gave her our gift – really nice pearl & sterling silver earrings!

We booked a 6 night vacation for this summer in Myrtle Beach. I cannot freaking wait. Also, we had our friends Ashley & Bren over, and Meg & Brian. I went to Meg’s bridal shower on Saturday and we all had a great time.

Fi is having a major oral surgery that’s related to her grave’s disease on Friday. It’s really scary. Mr. W is taking the day off, and we’ll be bringing her to the hospital. It will be a 2 1/2 hour procedure, and I hope she does well.

This weekend, we’ve got a parade and Dock Day at Mother-In-Law’s house. That’s it for now. Nothing too exciting, really. Next time I’m here, I might just be knocked up! Woot!

Hello world!

Why bother changing the default title? I think it works quite well, actually.

Where do I start? I’ve never blogged before. I suppose that my first post should make sense of the asinine header I’ve selected. 

My life’s always been a little crazy. In the days before reality TV, my friends would joke around and tell me that my family could be filmed and put on TV. My teen years were insane. One particular friend likened it to a sitcom. I never really understood that. Perhaps a little “Everybody loves Raymond” combined with “Married with Children.” Now that I’m older and married and have my own family, it’s pretty similar to “King of Queens.” The striking similarity that my old life has to my teen life is that it is a tad like a sitcom – just not as funny.

Bad things happen to me. Good things happen to me. Life happens to me. It’s easier to look at the bad times and consider your life a gigantic sitcom, no? One day, it will pick back up and be filled with canned laughter from your studio audience. It can only be awkwardly terrible for only so long.

That’s kind of my view on life.  Only with me, there is never any writer’s strike and there’s never a break. It’s always on, 24/7. It really wouldn’t make Network TV because of my horrible filthy trucker-mouth. I’d have to go on HBO or Showtime. Minimal violence, Adult language.

The issue that I’m going to have with blogging is that there is always a giant back-story. I can never tell anything without going into this overly-long diatribe about what happened to preface my story 10 years ago. Since this blog will be about my family, my friends, my life’s woes and WOO-HOOs, it’s kind of hard to explain with no back-story. Alas, here I go. I’ll keep it brief.

I’m 24. I’m married. I live in a tiny town in New England. I’ve lived within a 10 mile radius of this town for my entire life. I had two kids by the time I was 20. My son is 6, and will be referred to as E. My daughter is 4 and is hereby known as Fi (which is pronounced Fee, for what it’s worth…). My husband and I have been married for almost 2 years. He’s Mr. W. I dont’ think anyone else is worthy of nicknames, but I guess I’ll have to decide that as I go, huh? I have 2 cats, Archie and Gil. We bought our first house in 2006, and we’re just living life.

Thanks for reading the longest “Hello World” entry of all time. I’ll be back when the next episode airs.