Birth of a Blogger

Well folks....though many of you thought it would never happen, I have finally succumbed to the pressure of the blogging world. Keep in mind this was not an easy step for me as I have always been the lone wolf in a group of semi-regular bloggers. However, after pestering to the point of torture (and by torture, I mean I would have rather listened to the musical stylings of the vuvuzela for hours on end rather than the screeching voices of these blogging bletherskates), HERE I AM! I asked if there was a specific ritual involved with entering this world, but I was surprised to find there are no goats involved. Even more surprising, there's not even a formal ceremony! I was expecting a room full of carpel tunnel suffering individuals to pass down postive keyboard karma or enforce the strict policies of posting, but I have been disappointed. I am, however, still working on the secret handshake.

It is not that I am against this form of open communication with an audience of family, friends, and creepy stalkers with nothing better to do, but I have simply lacked the motivation to kickstart the habit. I was on the phone the other morning with a veteran blogger (one of the individuals referenced previously) who informed me that my lack of motivation will get me nowhere in this world. That comment, so true, caught me a bit offguard. Lack of motivation....me? I have always considered myself a VERY driven individual. I'm not sure if this sense of determination started due to a great spark of initiative at a very young age or due to Mama Dirt's constant nagging, but nevertheless, I am one motivated woman. Friends from high school will tell you over and over again that I was the MOST annoying girl of which to befriend. I was in every extra-curricular activity, president or officer of every club, and the girl who could do no wrong (only because I was scared to death of the wrath of Mama Dirt - she once stopped a gang fight in town while sporting her nightgown). Lucky for me, it was a small town and the choice of friends was minimal so the other girls hung out with me to make the group a little more diverse. Why then, you may ask, have I not joined the blogging troops years ago? This I cannot answer, but I'm here now, and that's all that counts, right?

Before I would use the excuse that I was far too busy and the timing was never right. Well, I have FINALLY, after what seemed like years of questioning myself, graduated with a master's degree. Check. I have found a fantastic job with a great staff to back me up in my fitness and administrative endeavors (or lack thereof). Check. I have been dating the same poor soul for almost five years who I hope to one day make my partner for life (thanks for the support Officer Bob). Check. AND I am set to close on my first house in exactly one week. Check. I am not bragging, but life is really on the up and up right now. Trust me, this very optimistic, perky attitude is not a permanent fixture in my life, but I'm gonna let it stick around as long as it wants. As a result of the newly formed "Happy-Go-Lucky-Bob," I have opted to let you all in for a glimpse of the euphoria.

I feel as though I should add a little disclaimer to my birth as a blogger:

I am NOT that interesting.

Unlike my fellow "posse of posters", I am not married, I have no children, I do not save people's lives on a regular basis, I do not work with kids or animals, and my witty remarks are few and far between. However, I solemnly swear to put my best foot forward (which is my right foot of course as my left foot was recently subject to a pinky toe nail fatality). I have had a great burst of enthusiasm this week due to a newly formed positive outlook on life. I will do my best to keep the enthusiasm embers burning. However, when motivation begins to dwindle, I am counting on you to remind me of that girl from the EHS Class of '04!