Okay so why did I start a silly little blog?

I am a mother of two (E 22mos and L 5wks) who used to be cool and thoughtful. I used to write long rambling poetry and prose. I used to listen to music and actually purchase whole cd's by my favorites. I used to be smart. I used to stay up too late smoking and very rarely drinking but mostly just talking. I used to read everything and everyone and retain it for more then the time it takes to turn the page. I used to have a best friend who wasn't related to me.

Of course there is a downside to all of this. I also used to swear. Oh wait- I still swear constantly (earmuffs for the babes). I used to be sad a lot more than I am now. I used to smoke and very rarely drink. I used to have to go to work everyday. I used to worry about love all the time. I used to want children desperately and worry that I would never have them. I used to have friends I didn't like.

I don't want this to be another pent-up-mommy-rage rant about being undervalued or missing the old me. I don't always miss the old me. Just sometimes. Mostly I love the new life around me. That however is a subtle distinction.

I used to think that my experiences were so unique that no one could possibly understand them or relate. Hence the aforementioned Voltaire quote. I know now that everything has been done, said, thought or created. Except this; a web based dissertation on me and all that I am and have. That will undoubtedly include stuff I wish people were interested in but won't be and stuff that I wish I was interested in. A lot of this will likely be about my babies, their births, my writing (non-existent most of the time), my happiness and my sadness and the way they crash together.

There will probable be a lot of crashes actually.