"It Starts..."

Can you guess which animated Disney feature this post's title is from? I'll give you a hint: No I won't. You should know. Bonus points if you can name the character. Sterling and I have a tradition of playing "Guess the Disney Movie" on road trips. It's not really competitive, seeing as how it's completely one-sided. It consists of Sterling saying a one-liner from some Disney cartoon and allowing me to tell him which one it's from. I get extra points if I can also guess the character/context, as mentioned above. In case you were wondering, I ALWAYS win this game. I'm thankful I married a cute guy who indulges my one-woman-game playing experience. He genuinely loves listening to me talk, too. How lucky am I?!

Now down to business. I've been promising my darling, talented, adorable, sweet-as-can-be, BFF sister, Heather (who is actually the only one reading this post) that I'd finally get with the program of other wedded women in the 2010's and publicly document my life on one of these terribly-nicknamed weblogs (when I hear "blog" I hear "blob" and conger up images of some cheesy Mystery Science 3000 worthy movie where a blue, semi-deflated workout ball moves independently, albeit very slowly, towards its unsuspecting prey, which happens to be a skinny young buck from 1958 and his overly-perky, saddle shoe-sporting girly friend named Susan. I think that's a real movie...). However, since I find so much delight in reading posts by my darling, talented, adorable, sweet-as-can-be, BFF sister, Heather, this blogging thing might just have some merit. Now to just find the time. I had a rough time as an English major since I feel like good writing comes in spurts for me. It happens about 15% of the time. The other 85% I feel like my words form together nicely in my head, but they're somehow not translated into my fingers. Is that odd? I should have chosen a different major. Yes, I graduated over a year ago, and I'm still a little stupefied over that decision.

And now the reason I've waited to blog for so long---my 15 month old is crying, so this must come to an end. Why is it that I feel so awake when Ethan naps, but as soon as he wakes up my energy takes a nose dive? I'm going on Day 2 as a single parent. Sterling's company is having a conference and all the employees are being treated to box seats at the Sox game tonight. Being a mommy is just as glamorous, right??