The First....

So this is my first - meaning that clearly I am a blog virgin.  I'm not sure why I've imagined that my words are worthy - but alas you are reading my blog thus validating the psychotic moment in which I thought this was a good idea.  Have I lost you yet? 

Let's jump in -

Already today there has been a particular someone that I barely know raking that rather large nerve I have to the point where I had to focus on the voice inside my head telling me to calm down.  I had to focus rather hard because there was that other voice inside my head telling me that I should effectively tell this person to shut the hell up as I do not care what he/she has to say and for that matter neither does anyone else.  Do I sound angry? I'm not.  Simply put, there are people in the world that I like and people that I do not like.  If you think I'm a bitch it's just because you haven't admitted out loud that you feel the exact same way.  Be careful before you throw stones while living in your glass house. 

I'll save self description and my view on life for other blogs on down the road when I'm not so new to proper blogging etiquette.  By the way, is there such a thing?  I'm sure there is.  It would seem as if you have to tippy toe around just about everything in life in order to avoid hurt feelings and to make sure you are politcally correct.  Screw being politically correct. 

Today I'll only speak of today.  Unfortunately for you, reader, there isn't much to share about today.  I'll work and go home.  When I get home I will inevitably drink a glass of wine (or 20) with the salmon ceasar salad I plan on having for dinner.  Wine.  Ahhhh.  There's something to talk about.  For me it doesn't have to be expensive or french.  I prefer australian and dry.  Shiraz.  Yellow Tail or Alice White are the most common on my table.  If it's too hot for red wine I'll most definitely partake of Chardonnay but it is still Australian and still Yellow Tail or Alice White.   If you think that an $8 bottle of wine is too cheap for you and will give you a headache then please recuse yourself from this blog.  You're full of shit and I don't like you. 

So after I finish dinner I'll straighten this or that and probably settle at the kitchen table with the latest piece of mail from Publisher's Clearing House.  I am the next winner.  Take that smile off of your face before I slap you.  I am the next winner.  Already the probability numbers have been cut in half.  Instead of 1 in 700million I am now 1 in 350million.  I am the next winner.  When they are at my door handing me that check I will think of you and your doubtful thoughts.  Did you hear me?  I am the next winner. 

After I finish carefully filling out my entry form and getting it ready to mail I will snuggle on the couch with my hubby and watch whatever is on television for this is a rare night when I do not have to run to the store, pick up someone from a school function, or handle some un-planned crisis for a family member.  Tonight I am not needed.  Undoubtedly, 9 o'clock will come around and Kennedy, my daughter, will roll into the house yelling goodbye to her friends who drop her off, and create enough noise to arouse Bella (our lazy lab) to chase for a few minutes before she acknowledges "the rents" as she call us.  "Hey Rents" she will say and then sit on the couch shoving her way between us to tell us about her day and eat whatever snack Brian has on his lap.  Then surely her phone will ring and as she answers it she'll jump up and run up the stairs yelling that she'll be getting her shower.  She exhausts me.  A few more minutes of television, then I'll trample up the stairs to do the bedtime maintenance - which STRICTLY consists of brushing the teeth, washing the face and finding a rerun of SVU that I can fall asleep to.  I am old.   

Cheers - maybe tomorrow we'll chat again.