Years ago I had the desire to be a writer. That thought or desire to put words down has never really left me. When I speak words seem to get stuck in my head, but when I take pen in paper I can capture those words and express myself in ways that I can only imagine my tongue using. My oldest child is now turning 18, and it is now time to fulfill this promise to myself or at least try. I won't be writing novels or long overly wordy classics. I will be writing for me and for my kids. I will write of things that are  most important to me. I don't know if my kids will every read this or if they will even care, but I care, and I want to write things that I have kept hidden, a part of me that no one  knows about. I'm not sure how I feel about blogging. I'm not even sure if I have the privacy setting on. Oh well. I get what I get and I don't pitch a fit.