Oh. . . the pressure!

Oh. . .the pressure!

So, I finally bit the bullet and posted this blog for all of the world to peruse. And, yes there is an element of pressure that comes from hoping that people will think I’m smart, clever, poignant, informed, original, and generally not sappy or whiney. But, what I worry about most, is that people are going to realize that I’m not very nice. Well, maybe nice isn’t the word. If being nice means that I’m not mean then I am definitely nice. I think the word I’m actually looking for is irreverent. A lot of people knew me when I was a sweet, accommodating, perfectionistic, neurotic mess. To quote Ouiser Boudreaux (that’s Weezer for you non IMDB folks) from Steel Magnolias, “I’m not as sweet as I used to be.” The old Amy would never, ever have used the word perfectionistic when it is clearly not a word. But, that Amy sort of had to let it all go when she became a bread winning, MBA getting, PhD considering, working mom and wife with not one single family member anywhere in a 200 mile radius. Amazing what that will do for your need to be perfectionistic! Or maybe I just quit worrying about being perfect (I mean if a U.S. president can make up words why can’t I???)

But it did take me a long time to come to terms with the idea that the whole world will realize that I’m pretty much a loony liberal with a really laid-back parenting style who works too much, cusses a lot, and uses way too many exclamation points!!—hyphens, and. . . .ellipsis (is it possible to say that word without lispithing?). Um, let’s see what else should I just throw out there now? I seriously can not spell and I think I am guilty of the occasional comma splice. I tend to be on the computer a lot, but I am pretty good at multi-tasking so don’t worry that things aren’t getting done. I am far from perfect and have my share of secrets, mistakes, regrets, triumphs, fears, and failures. But, I can be funny every now and then too. Oh, and one more thing, I’m sure at some point I will slip up and allude to the fact that I think my kiddo is brilliant. But I will be sure to temper that with a story about him being expelled for rolling his eyes at the teacher or some other irreverent thing that he learned from me. (Duhhhh mom!)

So, feel free to let me know if I touch a nerve. Now that I’ve hyped this up it will all seem syrupy sweet and innocent. And maybe that was my evil plan all along! Because I am intelligentable like that. Heh, heh, heh!