Welcome to the 21st century

I've finally taken the plunge...I'm officially a blogger. My friend Marijean will be so proud!

Now what do I do? Oh, yeah...write. Be witty, but succinct. Sound intelligent, but not pretentious. Be entertaining, not annoying. And remember, anyone could read this:

• My co-workers at Standing Partnership - who I think already believe I'm way too opinionated and slightly...ahem...off. (Southernese alert: If you're not Southern, you may not recognize that "off" is our polite way of saying "just plain crazy.")
• My friends who blog - in particular the aforementioned Marijean (who's probably really regretting right about now that she ever encouraged me to blog) and Maria (who's also Southern and thus very forgiving of a fellow Belle - thank you, sweetie!).
• My peers in the public relations industry - this list is beginning to make me nervous.
• My family and friends - and since I cannot live without my mother's Thanksgiving Day stuffing, be assured that there will be no mom-bashing on this blog (love you, Mom!)
• Ex-boyfriends, high school divas, and college friends who all knew me when I was an incredible dork - and who mostly ditched me because I was such a dork.
• If our dear Lord Jesus doesn't finally throw in the towel anytime soon to come back and rescue us from the mess we humans have generally made of things, maybe even my little girls (who I'll ever-after in this blog refer to as Princess Elizabeth [the four-year-old] and Princess Grace [the two-year-old]) may someday read this. Girls, my dreams for you include happiness, peace and the need for only limited therapy after being raised by me.

Yeah...wow...okie-dokie...what a list. Uh, gonna go rethink this whole blog idea now over a very large bowl of something chocolate. If I get my courage up again, I'll try to waddle back soon.