This is my very first blog post! I’m excited….I think. A good friend told me not to worry about what I say or post because no one would be reading it anyway. He has posted over 1,000 posts on his own blog and no one reads it, so this is apparently all the proof I need that no one will read mine either.
Before posting this, I did go around to some of my friends and took a poll to see if I started a blog would they read it. Of course, I only went to people I thought would be nice enough to say, “Yes”. It worked. Only one person said, “No”. So, here we go. We are posting a blog.
For those who don’t know me, you may be interested in the typical bio to see who I am. You know, the usual: married, single, children, pets, car I drive, etc. Well, that all seems so boring that I thought we would just let all of that unfold as we go along.
How about we start with what may be in the back recesses of your mind? Maybe you are wondering about my level of intelligence. Well, until recently, I could not have answered this question. I’m in college, you see, and took an intelligence test in a psychology class. I have discovered that I am on the “lower end of average”. I was unable to figure out what the shape would be formed if I mentally folded a sheet of paper and matched it with a visual option on the test. I was also unable to figure out the next shape in a series of angles going different directions. These inabilities put me in the “lower end of average” category.
I don’t know if this fits in the same category or not, but I picked out my clothes this morning for work and yanked the skirt of choice off of the hanger. Twenty minutes later I couldn’t find the skirt. I went downstairs to the wash room and back up to retrace my steps all over the house. No black skirt was to be found. So, I changed outfits. This was intelligent right?
I get my way at home because I am the “queen”. I have trained my six children to understand this is my role and it comes with special rights. I get the take a bite off of every piece of chocolate in the box – just for a taste – to decide which ones I should eat first. I can accidentally let the dogs out and not get yelled at by dad. I can have my very own carton of specialty ice cream in the freezer that no one else better even look at. If anyone gets a bag of candy at a birthday party, or anywhere else – I get a tootsie roll. Even though my feet haven’t grown any for a long time, I still get new shoes first. These are some of my rights as “queen”.
My intelligence may not be established in a few short paragraphs, but it’s a start. If you have any concerns about your own well-being in regards to this, I can assure you that I lead a very happy productive life. I’m even being brave enough to start my own blog!
Until next time…..
