For 99% of bloggers, no one is going to read their first post (and in some cases not their 33rd or 169th) so rather than ponder this for the next few days I'm just going to jump right in. Welcome to Ain't She Crafty...let me tell you a little bit about what you can expect.
1. I am not as crafty as the blog name implies - unless you mean "crafty" as a synonym for "devious". I come from a long line of crafty, creative, talented women (and men) and am lucky enough to work in the craft industry, but you will never see my projects in a magazine or touted on other sites as being brilliant and beautiful. I craft for ME, and for the people I love, and for the opportunity to get together with other wonderful people and hear their stories and share in their memories. THAT is what makes me happy and why I love my job.
2. I am incredibly proud of my military husband and will shout it from the rooftops unabashedly. I believe he and his men and others like them (including firefighters and police officers) are absolutely awe-inspiring and are the best America has to offer. Am I blindly patriotic and think the US can do no wrong? Of course not. But I know what these men and women and their families sacrifice to serve this country, so the stories I share here about our military experiences might be mundane or uplifting or heartbreaking - but they will always be filled with pride.
3. I will talk a LOT about food. I LOVE everything about food - especially those of the cheese and bread and wine variety. Over the past year since I have become old and decrepit I have finally come to grips with what that means for my body - which has only made me more obsessed with food since I have to ration every last mouthful. So I need to complain about that to someone other than my disgustingly gorgeous, thin pilates teacher who doesn't eat dairy, or my 6% body fat and eats whatever he wants husband.
4. I apologize in advance for any BUI (blogging under the influence) that might occur, and to my friends who have joined me in that state, I will try not to use your real names when I regale everyone with stories of what happened and how much bail was and who threw up on the rug. Mom and Dad - you can just skip those posts.
5. If you ever meet me in person, I will be nothing like the heartfelt, emotional entries I will sometimes write here. My sense of humor is essentially the same no matter where you find me, but if I were to pour out my emotions in real life the way I do in my writing I would be a blubbering mess curled up in the corner of my bathroom with a bottle of Reisling. And it wouldn't be pretty.
6. We have no kids so yes, I am going to talk about our animals. I love them, and they have been loyal friends and protectors over the last few years so I think they deserve a little howyadoin. I may occasionally talk about poop (so it is sort of like I am talking about kids) because they are big dogs and there is a LOT of it - and sometimes I just need to ponder that out loud.
I'm sure you are still hanging on my every word, but I better quit while I'm ahead. "Experts" say to keep your blog posts to 250 words, so I'll get right on that. Thanks for stopping by - here we go!