What to say?
Well, my household currently includes (yes, it's subject to change): myself, my three kids, my husband, my Suegra, until just recently my Abuela-in-law, four dogs (a very motley herd to be honest), and a Beta fish named Tiburon*.
We are a Mexican-Irish-French-German-English-Mayan-Cherokee-Scotch-Danish Clan.
We are wacky. We love a great discussion, and many of us love nothing better than a hearty debate. We are actors and storytellers. We are passionate about what we love.
At home and abroad I am surrounded by a host of characters that would make an intriguing Dramedy on HBO (it would have to be on HBO, there is no way network television would be allowed to air many of the best plots).
I haven't been able to fully articulate why I feel compelled to create a blog at this point in my life. I am not a writer by trade, and I honestly don't enjoy writing. I am good at it, I understand. I had the best english teacher around when I was in high school and the result is that I am apparently a very effective and technically proficient writer. I am irrevocably dedicated to fighting the degradation of the written word that is being wrought upon us by the advent of text-ing and IM-ing by continuing to capitalize and punctuate my written work accurately even as the next generation of the work force spells " Oh really," "orly," and only uses capitals to "yell." However, in spite of all that, or more accurately BECAUSE of all that, I agonize over anything I write for hours before I am satisfied, and have known for a long time that a blog was a road I should venture down tentatively at best. Because, honestly, I just don't have the hours to spend on editing whatever I may chose to post. Yet, here I am, creating a blog.
The reason for a sudden desire to write at this point in my life is clear: I have recognized a need, since the death of Grandma (Abuela-in-law), to record the adventures of my world. Grandma slowly lost nearly all her memories, and hence, her stories. Many of them will be passed down through the family in an oral tradition not unlike that of many ancient cultures. But how many are gone now for good?
There are too many amazing, astounding, inriguing, interesting, funny, fascinating, and thought-provoking incidents around here to risk forgetting them.
So I decided to record them.
But, the reason to record them in a blog?
Well, the best reason I have been able to come up with is that, like the infamous Gordon Way (Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency by Douglas Adams), I work best by talking ideas out, and I am hoping that a blog will serve as the written equivalent of an answering machine.
We shall see...
*The editing on this blog does not appear to support punctuation of Spanish, and therefore the accent is missing from the 'o' in Tiburon. As I anticipate the problem of accurately accenting Spanish words I may use will not go away, I assure anyone who reads Spanish that I am relatively literate, but I appear to be at the mercy of the English-centic nature of this application. I apologize.
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