Happy 2011

For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
~T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"

Happy 2011 to all two of you who read this blog at all.  I've decided to make 2011 a banner year, making changes, caring less about the mindless bullshit and more about living, loving, and laughing.  This evening I plan to tip back some drinks in my jammies with good friends, doesn't get much better than that. Even more so since I've pretty much been in my jammies since Monday, the day my vacation started. Don't get me wrong, I was out and about, in normal clothing, but anytime I'm home, I'm comfortable, in so many more ways than just jammies.

Happy 2011, 2010 see ya. 

Sippy Cups, Quiche, and a Really Bad Dog

So today has been odd. There have been many things that have happened in my day, since I am on vacation.  I had a good morning, took the Munchkin to daycare, and went to an appointment. After said appointment, I was ravenous, so I went an picked up a mini quiche for some brunch. I was excited, really, it's not often I get these types of things in my sheltered mommy life. Anyway, I put it on the stove and started the oven, went to change into my jammies, and returned to the kitchen to pop the quiche in the oven. Only, the quiche was on the floor being eaten by one of my dogs. Now here's the thing about this dog. He's fed, gets more treats than you can shake a stick at, yet thought it necessary to eat my brunch. He and I aren't speaking currently, and I promptly ate my back up brunch sitting in front of him breathing the scent of turkey sausage in his direction. HA, take that mutt.


Recently, Mr. Jane said to me that he felt that Munchkin had too many sippy cups, as they were consuming an entire cupboard on their own.  I looked, and well, he was correct. After counting, she had 15 sippy cups. WHAT?!?! How does this even happen? That's enough for two whole weeks without doing dishes? This is abnormal, I feel like we've been hoarding sippy cups. I believe we may have a sippy cup problem.  Who do I call for that? 

Why

Wow, I'm a virgin again. That can't happen really, can it? I guess I'm a blog virgin. I never thought I was the bloggy-blog kind of girl, but it turns out that I am. I'm going to try this whole thing, see if I can get my creative juices flowing.  I'm a writer as well, for a living (nothing cool, so don't get excited), but would like to make a living writing, if that makes any sense. This is just my journey into the abyss that is the world wide interwebs...so here we go.