I'm sitting in my kitchen "therapy chair" that is in front of a bay window. I've worked my way through half of my "to do" list, which I would call my "honey do" list, but I'm not married, and rarely refer to myself as "Honey." On my list was an assortment of exciting tasks such as fertilizing the lawn, paying my property tax bill, and repairing the dog run. My reward for completion of the morning errands is that I may now write my first ever blog post.

Truth be told, I'm not sure I'd recognize a blog even if I shared an elevator with one. I welcome both of my readers to let me know if this is in fact a blog post. I think "blog" is a weird word. It sounds like something I'd use a plunger on.

It is my intent to provide snippets (also an unusual word) of my life to those that may have a minute or two to waste. Of course, that is subject to change in the event I am told this is not a blog post. In which case, I'll grab my plunger and try again.