I’ve toyed with the idea of writing a blog for awhile now. But I have so many different blog concepts in mind: mommy blog, politics blog, deep thoughts blog, etc. Finally, it occurred to me that I should just do them all in one fell swoop, which is where the name comes from: one can only guess what will come drizzling out of my brain next!
So my current vision for this blog is for it to be a place where I can post the random thoughts I have on everything from the silly (like: who on earth though “Dress Barn” would be a good name for a women’s clothing store? I know how much I like to think about cows and pigs before shopping for my clothes) to the serious (like: why don’t we have some sort of nationalized health care? why is the health of one person more valuable than the health of another?) to the sentimental (like: my daughter told me I am her best friend today *sob*).Before you dive in, here are some warnings to heed:
1. I have a tendency to be, um, long-winded. It is my gift; it is my curse. Find a different blog if you enjoy pithy. (Although I do pissy well. But pithy is NOT pissy with a speech-impediment, if you were wondeing. And if you were, I might again recommend that you find a different blog.)
2. I use parentheses a lot. Consider them brain drizzles within brain drizzles. Embrace them, because there will be many.
3. I’m a liberal. Raging. Bleeding heart. And proud of it. Don’t expect to read any rants here about those darn gays or how poor people just need to pull themselves up by their bootstraps.
4. I’m fairly “crunchy” in regards to parenting. I wear Gus a lot (this means carrying a baby in a sling or other carrier frequently, for those who don’t know – I don’t literally wear him as a shirt or anything), I nursed Maggie until she was 2.5 and will also nurse Gus until he chooses to wean, I had an unmedicated birth with Gus, we didn’t circumcise him, we have a family bedroom (although Maggie did move into her own room last year, but she often joins us partway through the night), we selectively vaccinate, we cloth diaper, we delay solids until at least 6 months, and we don’t spank. I know a lot of that probably sounds pretty crazy to many people, but I assure you that you’d never pick me out from the crowd if you just saw me walking down the street. One of my goals in life, and in this blog, is to prove that “crunchy” doesn’t necessarily mean “weird.”
5. I have the short-term memory of a gnat. For instance, right now I know that I had more warnings in mind. Can I remember them? No. So expect that my musings may sometimes spread over several different entries.
