A tidbit about me

I'm a blogger!
I can't believe I'm going to do this. I have never been a blogger. I tried a few times to get started, but never really made it past the first post. Recently, I have had so much on my mind that I think I can write at least twice. Hmmm... we'll see.
I study comparative literary and cultural studies. I'm also dabbling in Russian. Ugh!! That sounds so boring. My life sounds so boring when I tell it like it is. Even so, I am not interested in writing a work of fiction here so I'll keep it real.

Sarah
The Lord blessed me with a family full of girls in my childhood. I was number 4 of 5 until, 24 years after my birth, number 6 entered the scene. Ah sweet number six, Sarah is her name, beautiful blue eyes and glistening blond hair. The child was born so fair and lovely that no one would ever guess by looking at us that we were from the same planet much less the same parents. Sarah is 4 years old now, she has a sharp mind and a talent for singing (in both of those aspects we share some genes I'd like to think). Once on a trip to Oregon I turned on a Celine Dion greatest hits album and that child (three years old then) belted out the lyrics like the diva herself. I had never heard such vocals from a young child. Sarah can also throw a mighty fierce temper tantrum the likes of which you would never believe just by looking at her small fragile-ish exterior.

My Baby Girl
I love kids. I love them so much that I had one of my own... Actually she was more of a surprise rather than a conscious choice. Not like that show "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant", but the sort of surprise that comes to some of us when we forget that sex is more than just recreational. Anyways, I will admit that the sentiment I have heard from so many others rings true for me, I wasn't trying to have a baby, but now that she is here I can't imagine my life without her.
From the moment she was born she has been gazing at me with her deep brown eyes and delighting the innermost depths of my spirit. Her smile is enchanting. And her laugh! Her first laugh two day ago touched my heart so much that I laughed and then cried with sheer joy. I always wondered if I would have enough patience and love to raise a child, but I find that I love her so deeply and my patience has grown exponentially (I admit I don't know how it happened or when).

Requests
I am convinced that I could blog about anything, so if anyone ever has a request, just say the topic. Of course, I will censor myself, there are some things that I just will not blog about, because they are things I just refuse to speak about. Other than that, I'd say that I could write on any subject because I know i won't get a grade for it and therefore I can ramble endlessly; a flaw of mine to which you just fell victim.

Weight-loss
Something that has been on my mind a lot lately is weight-loss. The very idea of it makes women weep in there breakfast cereal. For me it is a topic that brings up so many memories of triumphs and failures. Last year I began running for my health and happiness. I enjoyed it very much and I discovered that I was good at it. That is not to say that I could win a race (even a five year old could run faster than me), but I had what it took to turn it into my favorite activity. Late last fall I discovered I was pregnant and this news took me through an assorted maze of emotions and ordeals. I quit running and waited for the day when I could again lace up my shoes and hit the road. Now that the baby is here I should be waking up early and running my tail off, but the sad truth is that I have only been out a handful of times in the past two months. "A good start". Yeah, perhaps. The only real issue is that I am in desperate need of weight-loss. I have been overweight ever since childhood and although I gained only 25 lbs during my pregnancy, I weigh more now than ever before. This is a big deal for me considering I had it all figured out last year and I was well on my way to being the active healthy beautiful person I know is inside. Now I am not sure I have it in me to start over again.

Wrap it up
I think I have written enough for today. I still have homework to do tonight and some packing to do; tomorrow we're off to Portland to visit my parents. My mother hasn't met bay Isabelle yet. Boy is she in for a treat.