Well, I've succumbed to peer pressure and created a blog. You can all thank my Aunt Terri and my friend Mc-Kill-Z for shoving (or gently nudging) me down this path.
I am not really certain of what I have to say to the world, but it should be a little better use of my time than Frontierville at the very least. I shall try to be entertaining and grammatically correct. I can't promise that it will be linear, for I am a bit like the dog in Up! You know the one. Focused on topic and then, SQUIRREL!
What do people blog about, anyway? I am not a master of any craft and barely a novice at a few. I do have the occasional success when cooking, enjoy some types of sewing, enjoy gardening, love reading and movies, play roller derby, and many other things that are traditional blog topics. I also have opinions which seem to be popular among bloggers. I guess that's what I'll do with this little corner of the intraweb. Provide a smattering of information in an entertaining way on any silly little topic I happen to think is more worthy of my time than Facebook gaming.
That should be easy.
Right?
Also, I will attempt to keep Auntie Terrance up to speed on what is going on in my neck of the woods.
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Roller derby continues to suck most of my spare time up, and I continue to love it. Today, I started to search for a contractor to put a roof on our house, so that will probably make me want to hit the girls harder. Once that sucker gets put on, we won't have any known "Big Things" left to do on the house. Just a billion "Little Things."
My parents, too, keep an insane pace of life. It must be genetic (like those damn migraines). I check in on them from time to time and get over home rarely. I like my little hour and fifteen minute buffer. It gets me out of the truly life-sucking events like the Schmalshof family reunion on Sunday. I don't know if its the heat or the mass quantity of food we all eat, but I know I haven't had too much fun at the last couple. Joe would gladly mow the yard, wash the dogs, and clean the toilet with a toothbrush to get out of one. I suspect the title of "reunion" puts a lot of pressure on the attendees to catch everyone up on every last detail of the last year. I just want to eat the fruit pizza and go back into the a/c. This year I plan to be too hung-ov...I mean, exhausted to make it. Plus, we have a make-up practice at 4:00. Priorities are important.
