it's {just me} being extraordinarily ordinary…

Hello to the blogging world, or more accurately, hello to the five people that will actually read about my ordinary, uneventful life. See, that’s my hesitation about this whole “blogging buzz”. I’m ordinary. I’m uneventful.

The thing is, I am in a rut. And it is not even my fault, or a bad thing for that matter. To illustrate what I am getting at I will borrow the overused cliché, “Life is a roller coaster”. {Creative, right?} At this moment you could say I am stuck in the middle, right before the point at the top when you can see the whole world and right after the point at the bottom when you let the seat take you off your feet. Wait a second. I think I mean a ferris wheel. Yep. Definitely a ferris wheel. So scratch that. Life is really a ferris wheel {or at least it is right now so I can make my point}.

You see, I am a newlywed. {Go ahead, let out a cute little sigh. I secretly do it all the time.} Anyways, when I got married I let the seat take me off my feet. See what I am doing here? It’s a metaphor, people. The point where I reach the top of the ferris wheel is where most people consider my life will actually begin. {i.e. kids} Yes, kids. We have none. And don’t want them for quite some time. We are selfish and want each other all to ourselves. {*sigh*… see, I told you!} This blogging world I am about to enter is full of mothers. Mothers who post cute pictures of their cute kids doing cute things. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not judging. In fact, I love it. My favorite blogs are those of my sisters {the inspiration for my first blogging experience} because I seriously believe I have some of the cutest little nieces and nephews ever. Go ahead, see for yourself!

The Loud Caring One: Jami
The Creative Super Mom One: Kim
The Homemaking Mothering One: Jessica
Oh, and how could I forget.
The Littlest Cutest One: Marie {Yep. She is nine. And blogs. Yet another push for me to become a "blogger"}

My point is, it seems {from experience} that after the wedding décor is boxed up, you fall of the face of the earth. No one cares about you anymore. No one wants to hear about your boring life. That is, until the baby shower announcements are addressed and stamped. Then – and only then – are you cool again.

So basically this brings me to my first disclaimer.

• We have no kids…yet. This is awfully important because this blog will be majorly about me. And my cute husband. Really, I have nothing else to bring to the blogging table. So prepare yourselves {all five of you} for many o’ snapshots of my face next to my hubby’s. And maybe some random guest appearances. But no kids. Not for about seven years anyway. Just kidding. Maybe five.

Since I started, I guess I better keep going. You don't mind do you? Good, because here comes the long list of very important disclaimers. {Brace yourselves}

• I can’t cook. If you are looking for one of those hip cooking blogs that show you step by step directions on how to create dessert masterpieces, you better exit your screen. Now. Really. Don’t stay I didn’t warn you. I think I can count on my fingers {and maybe a few toes, just to give me a little credit} how many times I have cooked my husband dinner since we have been married. By the way, we got married last December. Go ahead, let out a *gasp*. But this isn’t my fault. Not really anyway. You see, we are on quite opposite schedules. But that’s a whole other blog post. {Wow, I am already looking into my blogging future. Look at me. A blogger.} 

• I don’t sew. Not for a lack of desire though. I begged my parents for a sewing machine last Christmas. I got it. It is now set up all “pretty like” in my sewing room. Okay, that’s a lie. It’s under our bed right next to the piano I asked for Christmas the year before. Still in the box. What can I say; I am a queen of good intentions. So if you’re looking for a crafty blog to read, you’re really barking up the wrong tree. {Barking up the wrong tree…what does that even mean?} 

• I am not a fashionisa. I shop at the Goodwill for goodness sake. Not that I am ashamed of it. Nothing gets me more excited than finding new {to me} clothes for a buck. A buck, people! My closet is not full of designer clothes. It is full, and when I say full I really mean FULL, of secondhand purchases. I am not exaggerating. I could count on my toes – the one’s I didn't use to count the meals I have made for my husband – how many items of clothing I have bought from someplace other than Goodwill. I am not cheap; I am thrifty. They are different, I am sure of it. 

So there you have it. Details of my very ordinary life. And the truth is, I am fine with it. Great with it, in fact. If I could do it again, I would choose my ordinary life. I would choose my ordinary job. My ordinary house. My ordinary family. My ordinary marriage. Because basically, I’m extraordinarily ordinary. I’m {just me}. See what I did there? I tied in the title of my new blog. Just in case you didn't catch it.

Until next time,
♥kate