How do you know . . .

when you should actually start writing in your own blog? Maybe, when you start dreaming about Baby Bok Choy. I decided that I needed to either stop reading blogs before I go to bed or get a life and write my own blog that I can dream about. In my dream, someone was insisting that I eat the Baby Bok Choy and it was remarkably good. No, I have never eaten this particular vegetable before. I have eaten at the top of the Space Needle, though on my best friend's 16th birthday. Crab and cheese stuffed steak. Yum. Her parents paying even yummier.

I love reading blogs, but the whole idea of putting my thoughts out there for everyone to read is a bit scary to me. Anyway . . . I am starting small. This is not high school after all. We are all adults, right? No one will try and kill me with a dodgeball or in some cases, maybe they will because I am LDS after all. Just thought I would add that should there be any people out there trying to discern who I am. I am also a Republican (there are some issues that may sway a bit Democratic), a fairly good mother and wife, I am a medical transcriptionist who is horrible at punctuation and spelling (thank goodness for Word or I would be out of a job, but I can spell endoscopic retrograde cholangiopancreatography), somewhat unorganized, I do love the big bad Walmart corporation, I do like George Bush (for the most part), I love to exercise, I hate dieting or eating healthy in general but I try so my kids, who do not have a genetic chance, can be healthy . . . My list is big and I hope that you will all come along and get to know me as I get to know myself a little bit better.

I hope this becomes an opportunity to share my thoughts and ideas about my life and to keep a record of the happenings in our household. Please bear with me also as I learn to write better, think clearer, learn more about how to do links/photos/etc., and have an outlet for my daily angst and joy at being a mother and a wife.