Ok, a few bits of good news. Hoorah, Barrack Obama has made history as the first ever African American president of our country! Also on his inauguration day it snowed here in St. Stephen South Carolina! Surely a sign of good things.

Another bit of news, I've FINALLY gone back to work! I've been out on maternity leave for my youngest daughter Sophia Wren. She is now ten weeks old, way past time to go back to work. There are some women out there who are more than happy to stay at home and tend to their children and clean house and cook meals, however I am not among that population of women. I personally believe that housework is dangerous to one's health (if I ever win the lottery I will donate a significant amount of money to whichever organization can prove that fact) and I avoid it if at all possible. Now for a wee bit of bad news, I have gone back to work, however I do not make enough to pay a daycare to watch the girls and my mother watches them three days a week (what I've started out at to get used to working and tending to children), she said that she will not watch them more than three days out of the week because she doesn't want me to go back to work full time. (ug) I am dying to go back to work full time. I actually enjoy conversations that don't begin with Mommie. I love my children, I just don't want to stay home with them all the time. Is that wrong?

Oh, I've managed to get a table at the Chili Cook off in Whitesville this Saturday, as a crafter. Some of my paintings will be on display there, hopefully I'll see some interest in them. I'll post about that after the weekend.

I suppose I should start off with a basic bio of me and mine. I'm twenty three years old. My birthday is in December so it's always too damn cold to do the cool stuff. I'm married to a twenty seven year old firefighter (we'll get to that later). We have two truly wonderful girls, Makayla (Mak) is two and a half and Sophie is three months. We live in South Carolina, the country.

It's odd really, the place I hated so much was and is the exact place I came back to. Strange how a persons vision can change from one period of their life to another. But after traveling around for a few years, seeing the cities, the people, I came back. I guess its because it was familiar, in twenty two years this small town hasn't changed save for the new batch of kids running around. I was with the last batch. Through elementary and grade school, fights and boyfriends (another subject which I will devote at least a few words on). After we were out of school everyone up and married right away. Oh by the way I didn't graduate, obviously that decision has not affected my level of knowledge considering the state of the southern educational system. No, I didn't graduate high school. I left home when I was fourteen, the very long story short, I moved around worked for the people that really didn't care how old you were and paid cash. (No that does not mean that I was in any kind of prostitution or very illegal activities). I saw different places, fell in love with french canadian food, had a string of really meaningless relationships, alot of great sex, and a whole lot of late nights. I did what I wanted when I wanted. There was no grounding wire to me then, but every coin has two sides. I had no connection to anything because I didn't stay in one place for more than a week or so, there was no sense of accountability present. I could always just leave.