You found me how?

Um.. I've been doing a little checking up on my lovely readers. You know, just want to know how you're gettineg here. First of all, I have to thank Ms. Belle for sending so many readers my way! You rock! And.. 20-something? You're awesome, too.

Now for the strange ways ya'll are finding me...

1. midlife crisis killing me you might want to talk to someone about that. Seriously.
2. this is why I'm hot what? This old thing? Yeah.. that's why I'm hot.
3. funny midlife crisis sleeping with 22 year old Hmm.. is the midlife crisis funny or is sleeping with the 22 year old funny? I'm confused.
4. bear eat carrot dog eat poop? Oh no.. that's just my dog. What's up with the choppy sentence? cat eat broccoli? mouse make house?
5. crisis marley yeah, that was a crisis. Tragic, actually.
6. poop kid yeah, that's what they do
7. puppy poop midlife crisis really? Is that all I talk about on here? puppies, poop, and midlife crisis? Eeks. And here I thought I was more classy than that.

Hello.

Well, here I am. I have been reading blogs that others have and decided I wanted to join the world of blogging. Of course, it's a return to the world of blogging. While I was traveling overseas, I had a blog. But somehow this seems different. Maybe because I don't really have a point to it. I have creative license to do whatever it is I want. And, I don't really have an audience. But J and I came up with like seven readers, so she thinks I do have a point.

Anyway, I can't guarantee anything with this. It may be ramblings of my ditzy life. It may have stories of the kiddos I teach. It may be dog stories. It probably will be a combination of all of the above.

And.. I just have to post this story because it was the selling point in wanting a blog.

So, every time I drive by a Hummer... I want to scream, "HA HA SUCKA! I get better gas mileage than you!" But usually it involves some profanity because it's in my head and it probably includes me doing some sort of crazy hand movement towards them. Nothing bad. Just silly. Of course, I look way better in my head than I probably look to everyone else.

On the flip side... every time I drive by a Prius, I want to cower. I feel like they are judging me and my grandma car. Whatever. I don't have a car payment.