While this whole blogging thing doesn’t feel new, I guess I actually am new here, so I thought I would introduce you to the cast of characters who surround me on a daily basis, etc, etc.
But before I go there, can I please just say that it is COLD this morning in my part of the world. COLD. We barely had a summer here, and now it’s only the 11th of September and it’s cold. Wearing a sweater in the office, thinking about busting out the tights cold. Single digits when I woke up this morning cold. I truly dislike being cold, and I had high hopes for a hot September to make up for a wet July and a sucky August. But this? DO NOT WANT.
Okay now, back to me. Stop me if you’ve heard this before, I will do my best to make it brief and painless:
I live with three men. The Musician is 11, The Artist is 9 and The Genealogist is around the same age as me, and he is the one I am married to. The other two I gave birth to. We have a nice old house in a nice old area of our city. The boys can walk to their respective schools, I can take the bus to my place of work, and The Genealogist has about a 20 minute commute to his employment. I don’t know if that is important or not, but there it is. We own exactly one car and we need a new furnace. The Musician has just been fixed up with braces, thus beginning the decade that will beoome known as The Poverty Years. Okay, not really. We are comfortable and fortunate and insured and alla that. It’s just that by the end of all of this, his mouth will be worth close to double what I paid for my first car. So yeah.
The nicknames? Oh. Well just to be clear, it’s not that I’m all afraid of the internets finding me and my family all ooga-booga scary like. With what I’ve given you so far, you could probably very easily find me should you want to (and if you’re not creepy, you totally should look me up!) It’s more that I just have recently started referring to the boys as The Musician and The Artist in actual conversation with friends and colleagues, so I thought I’d continue that here. The Genealogist? Well I just came up with that now. And it’s my blog so I’m keeping it, although I reserve the right to shorten it if spelling Genealogist should ever become annoying.
So there you have it. It’s nice to meet you. I’d shake your hand but my fingers are frozen solid. Did I mention it’s cold?