Here it goes again

I borrowed the title from an OK Go song. I've tried my hand at this blogging stuff once before and failed miserably. I think I made two posts. I have this very real concern that my life is actually too boring to write about. It's boring by design, so I'm okay with that, but the fact that it doesn't lend itself to gripping prose makes me a little skittish about putting keystroke to computer (as opposed to "pen to paper" which I don't suppose anybody does now).

Let's see, to bring you up to speed, I'm a woman who has been married to a pretty decent guy for 16 years, and we have two boys together. I spend my days taking them to and from school and looking after my niece, who is just a little over a year old. She has hearing loss (from birth) so there are hearning aids and a cochlear implant to deal with, but her hardware is worth it, because she seems to hear pretty well (we'll know more as she gets older).

My family just moved to a new house about six weeks ago, and we are still settling into it. It doesn't quite feel like home yet, but I'm sure that will come with time. We were in our last house for nine years, and this one is in the same neighborhood, which isn't helping us let go. It's not that the move wasn't voluntary or that this house isn't bigger or that the other one was built on a gold mine or anything. In fact, we really were out of space and needed to move, and this house is really great and in the same school district and so on and so forth . . . it's just that, after nine years and two babies, there are memories there. We drive by it occasionally and notice the new owners have taken out the clematis vine we put in by the mailbox, and that bums us out. I mean, it's their house, they bought it, why shouldn't they tear out a clematis vine, says my logic side . . . because the thing was taking off and it looks spectacular in the spring and I put it there, says my emotional side . . . you see where this is going. I suppose this house thing is sort of like breaking up with somebody and marrying somebody else, but still seeing the old boyfriend around town. You only remember the good times and not the issues that prompted you to get out in the first place. Good grief, that's a little too much emotional investment in a house, isn't it.

Besides moving and raising kids, I like to scrapbook, make cards, take pictures, and so on, but I haven't really done much of it recently, since all that stuff is still in boxes. It's slowly coming out though, so maybe I'll get some pictures up on the site!

That's all for now. Place your bets now, to see if I keep this up. :-)