Prologue

Disclaimer. I find blogs to be incredibly self-indulgent. I must be feeling the urge to indulge myself a little these days because the loud-mouth twenty-something who never hesitated to bash blogs, just fumbled around on the internet for the past 4 hours figuring out how to create one. Blog basher- it has a nice ring to it. Or shall I say had?

Also, I just learned the term blogosphere today. Really. So here's to joining the Blogosphere!

This is a story about what goes on under the orange roof of our humble home on the Avenue.  I will save my story of the orange roof for another day. Then once you satisfy your curiosity, you can stop reading. Or continue.  I won't disclose what Avenue I live on because who knows what crackbrains reside in the Blogosphere (new vocab word!), but I can assure you it is not THE Avenue. As in the Most-Expensive-Street-In-The-World, my personal dreamland, shopping mecca of the Universe, 5th Avenue. But I am sure that goes without saying because I can guarantee you that no proper resident of 5th Avenue would be caught with a doo-doo orange roof.  Ghastly. No Sirree Bob.  Anyway, Our Avenue is a short street in a drowsy Southern city. Comfortable, but not incredibly thrilling by my standards. But it's home. It's our Avenue- the Avenue.

My main purpose in undertaking the task of a blog is to share a bit about myself, my family & friends, my frivolous ideas, and the many, many projects that I start (but usually never finish).  Basically, it's all about me. (Remember the self-indulgent disclaimer at the beginning of this post?) My curiosities and pastimes are like vagabonds-- floating around aimlessly in my mind.  Every so often, one will come knocking on the Motivated Lobe of my brain and I will take him under my wing-- coddle and nurture him, before kicking him back out into the jungle of my mind. Then it's on to the next thing. I think they should call it Recreational ADD.  Now with my brand spankin' new blog (which, with my track record and attention span, may only last a few weeks), I have a way to document my self-diagnosed disorder so the researchers one day have a full account of the symptoms and effects of R.A.D.D.

That's all for today. Stay tuned...