Sicko!

I've been hit...
I feel like shit...
Just want some silence-
for a bit...

Ta Da, there's my poem.

It's all about how I have a cold and feel really poopy right now. My kids are running around like animals messing up the entire house that I will absolutely refuse to clean. Hubby thinks that right now is a great time to start building a skate ramp for my 8 year old. Good God, REALLY?

So, not only am I wearing a big plastic boot/cast thing on my leg for a stress fracture in my ankle, but I have he bright red, raw nostrils of an overly snotty nose. Awesome! I feel pretty.

Long story short, I'm feeling rather sorry for myself. Anyone want to join my little self-pity party? No? Hmmm

What a wuss!

I have found that I'm actually petrified to put words out in the universe for others to judge, which is hilarious since I don't know that anyone will actually read this. And- since my friends and family don't even know about it- the risk of anyone calling me on this is relatively/significantly loooow.

So, get the fuck over it, right? Just write some shit down and deal with the rising panic I'm feeling.

I realize that blogs are supremely narcissistic and this is a struggle I've always had- I am, at my core, a very self-absorbed person; yet I would DIE if anyone ever said that to me. I don't want to be this way, but I am. I don't know if it's because I'm an only child who grew up with amazing parents who did nothing but tell me how special I am or just my own little personality quirk I have to take all the responsibility for. I am going with a combo of the two reasons I guess especially since I'm not so good with the whole "responsibility" thing... The gist of this rambling, I suppose, is to just be narcissistic and do the damn blog- but make sure anyone who EVER reads this knows I don't want to be seen as narcissistic. (BTW, I don't ever want to type that word again, it has way to many letters and I can' t get it right the 1st or 2nd time I type it.)

So, my hope is, the next time I post:

A. I will have something interesting/insightful to say.

B. I will not shake the entire time I'm typing.

Is that too much to ask????

The shell just cracked.

So, I'm new to this blogging thing and I enter it feeling in awe of the ladies (and gentlemen, I guess) who've come before me. I must admit I've been a blog stalker for the last few months and I am filled with anticipation each time I check a blog I've been watching for new posts. I'm apprehensive to do this because every time I read someone's blog I admire, I am struck dumb by their wit. But, I figure- this is something that scares me (ridiculous, I know) so I should just do it. I don't know if or when I will let anyone know about this blog, I don't know if I'm ready to embarrass myself in front of the ones I love just yet. I do that often enough on my own. Since I'm not sure who, if anyone at all, will see this I will be treating it somewhat like my journal. Boy, that makes it sound really boring. We'll see.