So here goes....

I'm not exactly sure what this blog thing is, why I'm starting one or how the whole process works, but I suppose the details can be worked out over time.

I'm also not sure what my voice will be here. Who am I speaking to? Myself? Some ficticious, faceless, netcitizen, or netcommunity? Am I too old for this new trick? (Geeze I hope not.)

Who am I? Well,dammit, I can be anybody I choose to be in this environment. There is no law that says I have write the truth here. Or give you a blow by blow personal 'days of our lives'. What I really need is a quiet place to contemplate life. Compared to the jacuzzi upstairs this keyboard is a poor second, but hell... new tricks. Gotta to do something to get my ass up off the floor in the morning.

God, I was going to type some pasty faced crap about my favorite craft, and what I made for dinner last night, and how beeeuuutiful my children are, yada, yada, yada. It's Frankenmuther, at your service. Break out the leatha' lads and rev up the Harley momma is breaking out tonight. It's about time.

Actually it's about my youngest getting ready to go off to college. For the first time in twenty-two years I'm going to have a first name. It's a headdy thing. Remembering you're a real person and not an institution. It's like remembering what it felt like to get high on grass. It was illegal of course, but it was everywhere. Half the thrill of it was doing something you shouldn'ta oughta do. I shouldn't feel good about my kids leaving home. But I do. I mean, they're good kids, smart, destine to be 'real people' someday after they've finished getting the stupids out of their system. I'm not worried about them. It's just.... I've been momma so long...ghod... it's going to take a while to remember who I really am. Maybe the blog is part of the process. Maybe. Maybe not. We'll see.

Sianora