"The Gas We Pass"

I felt it was an appropriate title for my first blog here, seeing as how this book by Shinta Cho is sitting right above my desk on a shelf. It's displayed quite nicely in between my college text book, "Mass Media Writing" and "Encycolpedia of Dog Breeds". It also deems appropriate because it represents a time when I was a single gal with my single gal friends in Europe to study abroad. It takes me back to the store I bought it in and the goofball I was. It was all about being funny and random. It was about going around with a bright orange vinyl backpack, a Kangol beret and eating icecream cones with cadbury chocolate flakes, knowing I was living the best of two worlds. In Europe, still partly dependent on my parents for school and food. Traveling with my absolute best friend and doing everything unpredicatable. Or maybe we were too predictable and that's what made it unpredicatable. Anyway, my point is that my life almost ten years ago is nothing compared to my life today, except for the fact that I still love to plop myself on the sofa with some snacks and a good movie or, yes, reality show.

Today I am a wife, a mother, and a small business owner. I didn't dream of meeting the man I did. I thought my dreams were of high standards as they were. But, when I met my husband, they exceeded my hopes. I didn't expect to have a true best friend as my husband as well. Together we struggled to make ends meet and took all the advice we could from my parents. We bought a small condo before we were married and from there have moved up twice into a home we love. But, we'll move again, because that is the nature of my husband. He will keep working and striving for more and more and this is something I love about him. He is a dreamer and more importantly, he makes these dreams come true. To make a long story short, my husband and I met in a class just after college. He was fresh from Alabama, sporting the cutest hint of a southern accent and some of it still remains even being in California. He moved out to California with barely any money and a dream. To be successfull. And that, he became. I have copies of letters that his mom gave me, letters to Bill Gates claiming that one day he will take over his empire. It's very humorous, especially coming from an 11 year old. I don't believe I knew who Bill Gates was at that time. I was more interested in Corey Haim and the movie Lucas. But, that's besides the point. So with our new relationship, came new dreams. I think we had a plan in the first two months of meeting. Together we started a business and it has grown and grown and it is something that we are so proud of. The best part of my husband is his sensitivity and emotions. He is so easily touched and it makes me love him more and more.

Ok, so let's move onward. About a year ago (it will be a year in about a week), we achieved our biggest success thus far. Our baby boy, Logan. I have learned more about life and about myself through the miracle of this boy. I used to hear the expression, "I love you so much it hurts." Never more has it rang true. It is actually ridiculously painful and I experienced this the moment he was born.

Wait, should I have stated why I am writing this blog? Ok, well first of all, I have had a blog before, about two years ago, but it was for an entirely different reason. I have a book that I have been writing for far too long and I was hoping that by blogging I would jumpstart myself each day and get it finished, but I allowed many things to get in the way of me finishing this already almost finished book. I am sure that the first is fear. And the others, would be having a business and then getting pregnant and having a child. They are great excuses, right? Um, no.

Anyway, I have decided to start fresh. I want a new blog and I want to write about anything. Whether it be my 2 dogs, my cat, my bird and oh I forgot to mention we have fish too.

But, my guess is that since my life is mainly construed of building blocks, oatmeal, finger foods and sippy cups, I will most likely be writing about my life as a mom and a wife.

So whether I actually do finish this book or achieve any other goals on my ever so long list - I'd like to document all of the inbetween stuff here and if I get some great readers out of it and discover some great blogs out of it, I will assume my quest successfull.

Until then, I will leave my readers (if there are any) with this:

"If you try too hard to hold your farts, your stomach may hurt, you could get dizzy or you could get a headache. So don't hold them in - pass that gas!" - excerpt from The Gas We Pass, The Story of Farts by Shinta Cho