I'm finally writing a blog.

I'm rarely the first to do something, but I loathe being the last. So I'm finally blogging. If you have a blog, send it to me, because I need to know what blogs are supposed to be. Is it like a diary or like a news article? I expect this will be just a collection of random thoughts that someday might take on an organized form.

Today is a snow day. The kids are home from school, and we've cancelled everything that resembles normal life around here. Among all the out-of-character-for-a-Tuesday activities that are happening here are sleeping in, breakfast for lunch, video games, and baking cookies. And it's all guilt-free, because when moments like this occur, you take them and run, without worrying about all the work you'll have to do later to make up for time spent doing "nothing".

A little about me and my life. I'm a single mom to 4 fabulous kids. Matthew, age 13; Lydia, age 10; Michael, age 8; and David, age 5. They're smart, funny, cute, and from time to time exhibit wisdom, but most of the time act like normal kids. They fight each other, but they're fiercely loyal beneath the contention.

I'm 34. I feel like I'm about 34. I like being 34, cause I don't get treated like a kid, but I can still get away with doing fun things. Last year I enjoyed skiing, surfing, camping, hiking, and I am happier and physically stronger than I have been at any point in my life so far. There are days, though, that I start to feel my age, especially when I've worked out beyond my body's tolerance the day before, or when I notice the grey hairs in the mirror. Today I'm not going to write about music, because I expect the majority of my blogs to be music-related. Just know for now, it's my life.

So... my first blog. And hopefully not my last.