A short introduction

My mission tonight is to write a short intro of me and my family- key word being"short", I tend to run on. Based on other blogs I've read, the thing to do is not name any family members, but to assign them clever nicknames. I'll figure that out as I need to, I guess.

I've been married to J (clever?) since 1977, and we have four grown children. We arranged it neatly, girl, boy, girl, boy, and I always like this time of year because their ages are all in a row, 30, 29, 28, 27. I was lucky to be able to be a stay at home mom for 10 years, and would love to be again, especially since none of them live at home with us now! However, I enjoy eating and staying warm, so off to work we both go.

We are not alone in the house however, we share it with Sophie, an elderly cat , and a 16 month old Alaskan husky called Rosie. I don't think they will care if my nonexistent readers know their names. Since J and I work different shifts, Rosie is company for us both.

At least now, our hours home overlap in the afternoon. For years, we used a notebook on the kitchen table to keep in touch. We tried using the kids, with varying success, so relied on paper. People, these were shopping lists and "there are leftovers in the fridge" and "where are my whatever" kind of notes. Not saveworthy to me, but J is much more romantic than I, and he saved the notebooks when they were filled. He's a good guy.

And with that, I will end for now and pick it up another time.

So, those bits of song?

There seems to be a gene that was passed from my father, to me and then to my younger daughter, that causes us to sporadically sing about what we are doing. As in- I'm going to the washer and I'm gonna do the laundry- (Chapel of Love, anyone?) Sort of an operatic tic. It would be so much nicer if I could actually carry a tune.

I'm having back problems right now with spasms that stop me in my tracks. Today when I was picking up clothes and ended up on my knees, I thought of the Kinks singing Lola. But that's normal. I think everyone has song lines pop into their heads that match the current situation... right?...don't they?

Both daughters share my love of musicals, although the older one likes Les Mis and Miss Saigon, and the younger one Avenue Q and Dr. Horrible. We all agree that Seven Brides for Seven Brothers is great, as is Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.

I think it started with Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood and his operas. The kids and I loved them! Bubble land, Wicked Knife and Fork, and the cow who wanted to be a potato bug, potato bug! Never too early to expose children to the finer things in life.

I have enjoyed my lurking ways, through livejournal, and Blogger, reading, chuckling and moving on. Then, I felt the need to add a comment. I followed the directions well, I thought, but then found myself with a blog! I managed to leave my original compliment, and forgot about this page.

Now I'm back. Because darn it, I can figure this out!

I am slowly trying out the settings and came to the My Profile part. I thought I could choose a broad employment description, but 'customer service' is not listed. I know it's out there, it's what I do, but am I really a dying breed? There are some companies that still have live people, here in the US, who answer phones when you call!

Okay, I guess I am ready for the first post to go public. This is surprisingly stressful, considering I am very likely to be the only person who will be seeing this.