IN THE BEGINNING I was found under a rock somewhere in the vicinity of Fort Worth, Texas. That's how my Dad tells the story. He and my mother were walking home from a trip to the grocery store... Having been married scarcely a year I always figure they were walking home because they were poverty stricken newlyweds... and walking was a way to save gas money.. imagine thinking like that!
Anyway... For some reason never quite fully explained to my satisfaction, they decided to look under this infamous rock and there I was. D.O.D. (that's Dear Ol' Dad, as he likes to be called) sticks by the story that he wanted to leave me there but that Mother said, "Oh how cute!.. Let's take it home." And thus my history begins. I know nothing more than what I've been told and have no older siblings to dispute nor confirm the tale.
A chunk of decades later the one true thing I do know about myself is that I love to search and to observe and to ponder.... and most of all I love to write. I like to write about things that puzzle me, and things that make me smile.. I like to pay tribute to things of importance.. though they may only be of importance to me. I like to make lists, tell stories and keep track of life with words and pictures and little momentos.
Recently, some family members and friends have suggested I try blogging to help me reach some of my writing goals and to live some of my writing dreams..So.. today , though I should be working on a birthday present for our youngest daughter, spiffy-ing up the house for an upcoming visit from my mother-in-law, and doing some laundry so my husband will have clean socks to wear tomorrow, I have decided to take the plunge. If you want to come along for the ride.. you are welcome...
DRAT - I just burned lunch on the stove top while I was typing .. this endeavor could prove dangerous!
