First impressions be damned

I've considered lots of beginnings to this blog. There's the angsty diatribe on why old women on the street and dear friends should stop asking me weird and judgemental questions about attachment parenting. There's the well-laid out defense of why anyone would want to read another blog by another mommy, especially one who has only ever so recently become a mom or has read someone's blog more than once. The fact is that introductions are awkward and first impressions be as they may, I suck at them. So let's just treat this like a first date and expect it to go badly. You can order the ribs and spend the rest of the conversation considering the least noticeable way to pick pork out of your teeth. I'll get some kind of girly goat cheese thing (I always order the goat cheese) and try to look delicate while eating it but in the end only convince you beyond reasonable doubt that I am way too big to eat this way normally.

So here's me laying all my cards on the table--well, at least a couple of them. First, I should tell you that I'm pretty ambivalent about the personal blog thing and may or may not have used phrases like "get a room" to describe them in the past. I'm still deciding whether or not to tell recepients of said words of wisdom from yours truly that I am now writing a personal blog. Tricky. Second, I am an aspiring poet and like most other "paper writers," am highly suspicious of this online publishing business. In the literary world, ink and paper still rule and I have to admit, I've been more than a little nervous of crossing over into the other camp. But nobody wants to publish my poetry anyway so what do I have to lose?

There, I think that might be enough for now. I've given you a little sass, a little heart and I've managed not to spill anyone's drink. Better call it a night while I'm still ahead.