Well, hey.

Phew.  I know that the whole line about how you, too, can start your own blog in minutes is theoretically true, but when you have this vision in your head of what it should look like, it actually takes longer. Really, just starting to write this, I feel like I should be hunched over with my hands on my knees, catching my breath for a minute.

Between strangled gasps, I feel compelled to explain that this doesn’t even measure up to my vision, either.  You see, I have this passionate fantasy.  Granted, it’s not the same fantasy I might have had 15 years ago, and it’s probably not–let’s face it–my husband’s first choice of all the fantasies I could possibly have, but for a late-30s mom of 2 living in Schenectady County, it makes sense.  I want a website with a super-helpful, unbelievably expansive database of fun things to do around here.

So, I decided to set about transforming this fantasy into reality (because I’m all about making it happen, people!).  I expected that, as a reasonably intelligent person, I’d be able to do this  Well, I can file that expectation in my imaginary file cabinet of Misguided Expectations. D, Database can slide in between C, Crib, my baby will sleep when I put her in the–and E, Exercise, a few pounds will surely melt away when I do some consistent–.

So, the part about the database of my fantasy remains a work in progress.  In spite of the fact that my last babysitter giggled at my lack of computer know-how, I am not completely incompetent, technically speaking.  In a group of random adults, I am even occasionally the most competent.  I once had a manager who got me to stop my own work and come upstairs to diagnose her printer’s problem.  It was turned off.  Yeah, really.

But meanwhile, I’m the victim of peer pressure. When sharing this deeply personal fantasy with a few friends, each one says, Just start the blog first!  They don’t seem to understand that the blog is just supposed to be a cute little extra.  But, honestly, it’s begun to seem like they’re all double-dog-daring me at this point.  Like they think that I am just making excuses and procrastinating.  So, fine.  Look.  Okay?!?  I’m going to stand up now and try to walk off this charley horse.