Eeeeek!

This is just a tad bit terrifying.

I really didn't want to have a blog. It seems sort of, I don't know, ego-driven or something. Is what I have to say really so interesting that people other than me -- or my dear, supportive husband -- would care to spend any time reading my ramblings? But all other efforts to write on a semi-regular basis have failed miserably. There's something very lonely and dissatisfying about typing up thoughts and observations, only to then hit "Save" and collect them in a folder on my laptop called "Writing Samples." So we'll see where this blogging endeavor takes me.

Thanks -- or blame -- goes to the Dear Supportive Husband who set this up for me last night. He's tired of not seeing me write. And I'm tired of pointing out something odd about our rural little community only to have Dear Supportive Husband ask, "WHY AREN'T YOU WRITING ABOUT THIS???" Hopefully, at the very least, he and I will both get something positive out of this currently frightening adventure. And hopefully soon it won't be so scary.