I'm back. I'm blogging. Get over it.

A couple days ago, I posted my "Welcome Back" blog. Yes, I am coming out of blogging retirement. My motivations for doing so will remain my own, but they might have something to do with my insatiable desire for the spotlight, the disgusting amount of monetary compensation promised me and all those who share their musings publicly on the Internet, and/or the constant loving nagging by husband to return to this time-honored tradition. Yeah. Something like that.

Anyway, if you think this post is serving as my (re)debut into the literary realm, sadly you would be mistaken. No, you aren't wrong because you missed a previous post in this blog. You are wrong because I missed a previous post in this blog. Apparently, it is useful to pay attention to what you are doing (I know, surprisingly unexpected and good advice, right?). When one isn't paying attention, one might experience such crazy consequences as, oh, I don't know, how about posting to a blog that one had long since abandoned or closed out when said blog no longer applied to his circumstances. Yes. That was a wordy sentence and hard to follow. But as this is my writing, I will make no excuses or apologies, except to every English teacher I ever had.

If you are so interested, you can read my re-emergence posting into the blogging world at my old blog site. It's called "His2Dads". I trust that you will be able to find it. I also trust you will be a quality audience and share comments as you read these, the highly relevant, socially significant, and history-in-the-making national treasures that are my posts. Stay tuned for an upcoming entry, wherein I might just explore the topic of nose-picking, and the differences in technique as observed between my 5-year old and my 3-year old. That is, if the world is ready for such a ground-breaking discussion.

Until then, see you on the flip side. And don't be lazy - do your homework and leave a comment. Even if you are just saying hi. Don't make me shame you into compliance, because I can and will. Or not. Whatever. I'm back.

An introduction....

Salutations!

Ok, so I stole that one-word line from a spider, but the sentiment is still the same:
"Salutations means greetings. It's my fancy way of saying hello!" (Thanks, Charlotte!).

Welcome to my adventures in life. I have previously shared some of my experiences in an earlier blog, titled "His2Dads." However, since we are in the final stages of adopting our baby girl, that title clearly lacks the "zing" it once held for me.

The cast in this production includes the following:

*me - a middle school teacher by trade, and an ice-cream-loving, closet "Gleek" by nature
*the husband - an elementary school teacher by day, an out-and-proud "Gleek" by nature
*the son - the energy of a nuclear reaction packaged in the body of a 3-year old boy
*the daughter - a 7-month old princess who is infatuated by her brother

With occasional appearances by:

*the local grandparents
*the long-distance grandparents (both sets)

And:

*any other special guest star who makes their way into the topic


I am so excited to have taken up writing again. I think that I departed from blogging because I discovered Facebook. While Facebook has been "good" for keeping up with "friends" and family, I have found that I am much more of a self-censorer (by the wavy red lines, I can see that Blogger clearly needs to add "censorer" to their dictionary...it's the latest craze, everyone's sayin' it!)...I digress...

Anyway, I hope to write about topics important to me. If they strike a chord with you, I'd like to hear about it. Leave me a message, share your thoughts, add your insight. But above all else, be real. I will do the same.

And now, on with the show!