Since everyone (and his toddler- apparently 90% of toddlers have an online 'presence') has a blog these days, I thought I'd join the bandwagon. I brought some extra wagon tongues in case we have to ford a stream, and I'm a doctor in case little JohnnyPoopFace gets sick.
Except that I'm not a medical doctor, and my daughter's name certainly isn't JohnnyPoopFace. My husband and I at least did that part correctly. In fact, for the purposes of my blog, we'll call her Penny. The rest, well, it's kind of a test run- I'll let you know how it goes.
After a lifetime in education, two years ago I found myself one of those regular hour jobs involving desks, computers, and semi-annual corporate restructuring. It wasn't that I hated teaching, just that the job I had wasn't worth living in a small town in Michigan. I'm not intrinsically opposed to small towns in Michigan, but after two years of scraping my windshield and driving over an hour to Ann Arbor to buy fresh veggies in the winter, I am ethically opposed to my ever living there again. My husband, too. Quaint and lovely it turned out not to be. So we ditched the ice scrapers, moved back to a city, and I found a more lucrative, less time-consuming, and more in-San-Diego job.
And then, 1 year and 5 months later, we had Penny.
I had to come up with a name for this blog because blogger.com told me to. It was very insistent. For a full day the open window asking for a name sat open, while I came up with such classic gems as 'My Blog' and 'I'm going to write stuff even though no one will read it'. I sort of like the latter, but it's a bit unwieldy.
We've decided to run the San Diego Triple Crown of half-marathons in 2011. Run may be overstating it, as I am not a runner, but I have committed to at least jogging the whole thing, thrice. I was the kid on the lacrosse team who played goalie because having small rubber projectiles hurled at me from sticks designed for leverage sounded better than running up and down the field all day. Or even once or twice. Sure, I'm in decent shape and I can walk for days on end (I did walk the Susan G. Komen 3-Day in 2004), but running has always eluded me (and the newly dubbed jugs don't help the matter). So this year is a test run.
Less literally, I settled on 'Test Run' because that what all of this - a career, traveling, cooking, and most of all my new role as mother and dairy farm (I finally understand 'jugs'!)- feels like: a test run. Not that I expect there to be a test, or that I foresee any do-overs or take-backs in the near future. Just that we seem to be making up most of it as we go - so far, pretty well - and that if I screw up I'll just have to make some adjustments for next time. (In case you're concerned for the well-being of my daughter at this point, I have to say that 1) my husband is a great father, and 2) I don't mean that she in her entirety is the test run, but rather that each interaction is a test run for the next, which means that by the time she's about 45 I'll have trouble-shooted the heck out of mothering.)
-CR, currently running on empty (computer battery)
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