Okay, what? I’m posting a blog and starting Post I with that? (Testing 1,2, 3 and Is this on? were already taken.)
And I have a few strikes against me already, coming to this x years late. I haven’t read very many but applaud the very fine writers and storytellers out there in blog-land. They’ve inspired me – or their musings have given me the necessary push. Yes, my dither might just touch one in the masses and provide a smile, snort or affirmative, “Hell, yes.”
But let’s be clear, while the patterns are similar I sit apart – or afar – from the common prerequisites:
Much to my chagrin, I do not live in New York City: In fact, the world of Jimmy Choo (or BCBG even) just doesn’t fit in my closet filled with Sorels, uggs and other appropriate mountain wear. I am still holding out on the Danskos, fyi. If you comment on nothing else here, please, please, just don’t let me fall victim to that totally impractical trend.
I am not working a dead-end secretarial job – or a temp position, for that matter. In fact, I somehow pulled off adding Director to my title. So, how will I land that book/movie deal now? Hmm.
Furthermore, I can’t complain about living (i.e., working) in a cubicle. First, I have an office – with 2 doors and a wall of windows. Unfortunately, I share it with somebody who is kind of just a co-worker, kind of a boss. (Contradictory job descriptions for us both; yes, I work in a place that fucked up. More later, I’m sure.) But what makes my square different? An incredible view [insert photo link at later date!]
I snagged a swell catch of a husband. He is kind, funny and hot. But I still roll my eyes daily. More on that, too.
I think Martha Stewart creates a pretty picture, but I ain’t planning on posting any like-photos of masterly crafted Valentine’s cookies or this month’s art project. I’m sorry. I don’t have time. Leave that to my sorority sisters – and their blog(s). (Ouch. Yes, I did just say that.)
Last, no monumental event has inspired me here: I’m over 3 weeks late for the new decade, and I already turned THIRTY 14+ months ago.
Anyway, not too sure where this is going. For now I’m embracing obscurity and anonymity – donning my married name when I still go by my maiden. But I’m just an American girl, and what better name than Jennifer Anderson to embrace that?