Merry Christmas, Please Remain Seated

We leave for NL tomorrow at noon. As far as Christmas Eves go, this probably won't be or best. On the bright side, we'll be together, CLOSE together for the day. There's nothing like airplane seats to promote togetherness. Does it feel like Christmas? Yes! To me anyway. My husband doesn't think so, but since I'm not working, I've done all of the decorating, baking, shopping and wrapping, so I'm quite thouroughly in the spirit.

I hope that this trip is relativey pleasant, as travel with two children goes. When my daughter (Hannah, now 2 1/2) was the age my son is now (5 months), we flew to Ottawa to visit my husbands brother. Half way there Hannah had a HUGE poop that shot straight up her back, completely soiling her outfit right up to her neck, and so beyond hope of any recovery. When we landedshe was wearing nothing but her jacket, a diaper and a receiving blanket wrapped loosely around her legs. I've learned my lesson, we'll have a spare outfit, for both kids.

Writers Blogk

It started with reading blogs, as I'm sure it does for most people. Then I thought, "I have something to say too!". And so I created this blog. Before I even took the final step to sign up, pick backgrounds etc, I spent days composing insightful, intelligent postings that would captivate any reader. Now, however, when I try to write something, it just seems...amateur. I suppose, in the words of my favourite bloggers husband, I have blenvy, or, blogger envy. I feel like the pages I write just don't measure up to those that inspired me to write in the first place. Could it be a touch of the aforementioned stage fright? Could it be that I have a touch of the cold, and it's hampering my 'creative process?'. (as if there is such a thing). Who knows.

Any way you slice it, I'll be back. It may not be pretty, but it'll be mine.

Stage Fright

I have extremely bad stage fright. People who know me would probably balk at the idea since I am a very loud, opinionated, sometimes obnoxious person. It's true though. My stagefright extends to ridiculous things like asking questions in a group of people, or, for example, knowing that someone is reading something that I wrote. Why, you might ask, would I then decide to start a blog? Well, I've been inspired. I've always wanted a medium with which I could express thoughts, feelings and other randomness. It is of course possible to keep a journal or diary, and I have in the past, but I find that typing, I'm able to spew my thoughts faster, and with more inhibition than I can putting pen to paper.

Here is the place I start from. I hope to find this theraputic both regarding my phobia and for personal expression. I'll have to resist the 'backspace' key and commit to what is typed. Even now, with this short introduction I'm second guessing each sentence, each word even. I suppose I can find some confidence, and peace in the idea that no one will be reading this.