I am not sure where to begin. Blogging has always seemed like a good idea… in theory. I mean, in theory I have a lot of funny, witty and interesting things to say. In practice, well who knows? A little background, I am a thirty-something student and mom trying to navigate suburbia, school and motherhood.
Most days I just try to not to screw things up to badly; if we can end the day clean-(ish), uninjured and with pleasantly full bellies I would call the day a success. I shop a little too much and clean a little too little. I see nothing wrong with letting the dishes slide if I am in the middle of a REALLY good book, or Law & Order episode for that matter.
I am constantly enthralled by my daughter, who is three. Her ability to giggle at a falling leaf or gasp in amazement when she sees a real live duck reminds me that the world is an awesome place. Well, that and I may be in WAY over my head. That some greater being out there determined that I am capable of raising this little piece of perfection into adulthood simultaneously excites and scares the crap out of me.
I am constantly amazed by my husband, but for very different reasons. I love that he has found his passion in life, a passion he pursues with childlike simplicity and resolve. At the same time I am astounded that this passion seems to be one of the major sources of the mess in my house. (How many camouflaged flashlights do we need in the kitchen today?)
I have a normal life, with ordinary ups and downs. I drink wine, love butter in all of its delicious forms and think that a good chocolate chip cookie can cure anything. Some days I am Martha Stewart and others I am more like Peg Bundy or maybe Marge Simpson. My name is Liz, and I am trying to build a blissfully, comically, ordinary life.
a life just ordinary 