So Random

I can honestly say, I don't ever remember using the words random or awkward when I was growing up. While visiting my dear friend Kathy Resetar Schwab in Iowa this weekend her sweet six year old, Chloe, used them both. They're more of a response  "Awkward!", "Random!" then a word you'd actually use in a sentence.  Then again, I'm pretty sure I've never heard either of my children say something was "bogus" or "rad". Can you say "generation gap" or do they call that something else now too? I don't know, it just seems to me that calling something or somebody random is well, random.  And saying a situation is awkward just makes the situation, well, awkward. Call me old. Did I mention I'm turning fifty? Is fifty old?

Since I'll be turning fifty and becoming an empty nester in the same year, I've been wrestling with the questions in my head and the hormones apparently that are no longer in my body—more about that in a future blog. Questions including "Now what?", "What ever will we talk about?", "What am I going to do when there's no one to pick up after?"—ok so the last one is a stretch since 80% of the mess is probably mine! All that leads me to what I'm doing right now blogging. Not entirely sure, much like Twitter, if I'm actually doing this right, but I figured what the heck you've always been creative give it a try. Keep in mind I said creative, I never said grammatically correct nor do I know if I just spelled that word right. Autocorrect might have changed it to "grandmas panties", so bear with me. In between wrestling questions, I thought to my self, If nothing else since most days the only conversation I'll have once both kids fly the coop is with Leila—and I think she gets tired of hearing me rant—why not branch out, vent, write down my thoughts. I'll share my 50 years of wisdom in a blog! Let me start my blogging adventure by being blatantly (is that spelled right?) honest. There will be more venting and thoughts than wisdom! Not to mention enough grammar and puctuation mistakes to have most people wondering if I made it past third grade English. The answer is yes. However back 40 years ago, my teacher was bogus and doodling on my paper bag book cover was rad!

That leads me back to Random and Awkward, you already know where the 50 comes in. When I googled "how to create a blog" and then followed the instructions, yes I needed instructions! (But hey at least I know how to Google. I'm sure there are more than a few people my age, yes im turning 50, who struggle with that concept!) it asked the basic question "Blog Title?". Great one more question to wrestle with in my already cluttered mind. Hmmmmm what would I be writing about. I'm not a fashionista so writing about clothing daily was out of the question. Besides Sparkle and Swoon was already taken by my daughter. My children are grown so I'm pretty sure besides the occasional vent, there wouldnt be much to say about parenting. I read, usually when I travel, limiting my blogs to maybe 3 times a year. When it comes to writing, I liken myself to Dr. Seuss but that only happens at Christmas so unless I would be blogging annually that wasn't going to work either. What exactly is it that I feel the need to share now that I've almost reached fifty?  I needed a place for random vents about my life...menopause, midlife, empty nesting, and a plethora of other lets just say awkward rants from a 50 year old mind. 


As I start this process I'm am going to be upfront, family and friends who decide to read my blog please don't be offended if I write about you in a blog. I wouldn't want you to completely stop calling—hold on is that my cell phone ringing, nope I forgot you all have those phones where you can only receive calls not make them. I think I'm funny and hope what I write might evoke a chuckle. Obviously mom thought I was amusing too. Why else would she have labeled me the "funny one."—there might be more than one answer to that so keep your posts to that question to yourself. I'm sure I'll be including the "smart one" and the "pretty one" in future blogs so I'm warning you before you get hooked, you might get slightly agitated by what I have to say—I think she called me the "instigator" too. As an authority on funny—it's a gift—I'm the one who when asked a number of years back by his co-worker at the time if Dan O'Shannon was funny in high school responded "he thought he was"—my attempt at  being funny. Dan later shared with my brother in law Greg that he was offended by my remark. Obviously he doesn't get funny. For those of you who haven't heard of Dan he's gone on to win three prime time Emmys for his work on Cheers and Modern Family. If he didn't get get my sense of humor why would you? I guess I'll have let my personal assistant go. Whatever will she do now that she doesn't have to screen your calls.
I look forward to more awkward posts.
Random thoughts from a fifty year old, 
Vicki