Thematic content of this blog

      It suddenly occurred to me that whomever may happen upon my little blog will not have any idea what so ever as to what it is about, since my first post is very short and basically about why I don't want to blog. Ironic, I know. Forgive me for my dithers.
      I am of the party of people out there who believe themselves to be almost exclusively so weird and random and not normal as to be completely with out the resource of camaraderie of been-there, done-that-ers, tell-me-your-version-of-the same-old-story. In this I am almost completely convinced I am alone. Or am I? You tell me.
     So, my particular claim to crazy is my family. I swear, we could make a movie. They drive me nuts. One day we are all cruising along, and the next, procreation is in full swing and we are in major production of babies. Yes, babies. I was a kid person until I became an aunt. And filial affection was eradicated after baby number five or so. We are now at twelve and counting. It's embarrassing if you ask me. I swear my family is not Amish, Mennonite or polygamist. They just never took sex education to heart.
      As you can imagine, this amount of humans, all clustered together in age, is quite the pot of gold of ridiculous situations. So that is mostly what this blog shall consist of. I warn you, fuzzy maternal warmth is not my forte. So if you are a kid person, this may be either enlightening( as in omg I don't want kids anymore) or offensive(as in omg I can't believe how heartless she is towards whiny slime machines)
      I do have a life(kinda haha) outside of my family. I am also a massage therapist and a server at a bar and grill( a girls gotta pay the bills) and these are both great inspiration for ridiculousness as the public in general is quite full with crazies.With that I bid you farewell until next time.

My first blog:explanation of benefits

What an awful phrase: explanation of benefits... When I hear that too-well-known verbiage I immediately think of my slippery red-haired, too inquiring-after-how-my-life-is-going insurance agent. Ugh. But in this case it is very fitting. I am a little(ok alot) technologically challenged. I have no idea what possessed me to start a blog.Other than Cat (shout out to my besty!). I spent the better part of  two days racking up reason why this is such a bad idea. But, as besties usually are-at least the ones who know you better than you know yourself- she was right. I DO actually think it may be a good idea.
        To be quite honest, my reasoning behind not being a blogger are probably the same ones that most people have. Umm, hello! Who has anything new to say? Also, the not new things that we all have to say probably shouldn't be read by the people we know! Inevitably what I write is going to be somewhat about them! And to be quite frank, I think we all have things to say about people that we don't want to say in front of them! I speak the truth for every other passive aggressive female out there.We HAVE negative things to say, we just don't!
       So there it is.I will be giving you-my one and only follower, Cat-the down low on the ridiculousness that is my life and the crazy people that I am forced to allow into it.Enjoy!