Thanks to some arm-twisting from the wonderful people over at Phantom Scribbler's, I decided to just wade right into this whole blogging thing. I have a lot of reservations, simply because I don't think that there's very much that I have to say that people will bother to stop by for.
As of July, 2005, when I begin this blog, I'm 34. Married. Have one daughter -- the Offspring. She is unlikely to be joined by more Offspring. (Namely, because I apparently promised my husband, the Juggling Freak, on the delivery table that he'd get to name the next child.) He insists that we have another girl-child, and name her Daphne. So, as you can all see, we won't be having any more. Not that Daphne is a bad name, per se, it's just that I figure that I won't be able to afford college *and* therapy costs by that time.
I teach kindergarten. I live in the Southern coastal US, in HumidityLikeABrickWall. I won't be any more specific than that, simply because I have relatives who will more than likely kill me if they ever see their names (and/or doppelgangers) here.
I am not a writer. I majored in English in college, but that was mainly because I consume books at a rather unhealthy rate. I read everything I can get a hold of, but am particularly fond of mysteries. I won't bother you with favorite writers right now.
I chose the title "Reluctant Prophet" because I thought that it summed up my reticence at entering the blogosphere. With all of the blogs I've seen recently, I am impressed how much people can reveal while still retaining the aura of mystery about themselves. It's like a beautiful woman, dressed in white linen in the summertime -- she reveals just enough that it makes you crave more.
I will endeavor to be like that woman -- leave you wanting a little bit more, without revealing too much in the process.
I will leave you with a warning, though...I'm not very good about posting every day. I will do my best to try and keep updating. Please remember that I'm new at this, and that I bruise easily.
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