Beginnings

So, I have been told that I am a rather good writer on more than one occasion. Maybe, since the majority of those who read what I write say that, I should develop this talent I have, and see where it goes. What better place to do that than my very own blog. Okay, so maybe I just wanted something that is easily accessible from any computer I may happen across. Things happen causing us to lose our Internet access sometimes, so why not plan ahead?

Here is a little about me. I am a 25 year old female, spent close to 2 years in the US Army, have two kids, in the process of a divorce from a rather sick man, and basically doing my best to come into contact with the person I was before I lost myself in the submissiveness that snuck up on me in the 8 years I spent with him. Yes, for now he shall remain nameless. Don't get me wrong, it's not hate that spurs that decision, it's more hurt and betrayal. As this blog progresses and I delve into the insanity known as my life, I am sure that the reasons behind those feelings will come out at least in some form.

I was very in touch with my feelings, and am trying to get back in touch with them considering that is what generally spurs most of my writing. I have always loved music in almost any form, the history, performing, singing, listening, and also almost any genre. In high school there was a joke about how I spent more time in the band/choir room than I did at my own house. What can I say? By the time I hit high school, I was the only child out of 5 total left at home and my parents worked a lot, leaving me home alone after school more than I liked. There was always something going on in the band room, and, well, at that point my love of music had basically hit the status of love affair rather than just a relationship.

I have a 7 year old son, and a 5 year old daughter. They are rather entertaining, and I am sure more about them and their antics will be posted as well. Like most kids, they like to tag team their parents, but since I am a single parent, they typically drive me to the point that I feel like I would like to visit an insane asylum more for the fact that I would get peace and quiet there than anything else. Okay, so the jacket that would let me hug myself all day long and the walls I can literally bounce off of sound fun as well. More the walls than the jacket though.

I have a certain level of creativity and smartass-ness that has gotten me both into and out of trouble as well as make life interesting for all those involved.

Well, I will sign off for now. I don't want to scare anyone away this early, though I am sure that would be some sort of record.

Til next time!