So what do you want to know?

Here I am, blogging, April 26, 2009. I have every intention of being profound, but I'm not sure what to say. So I'll just start with the basics. Here are some facts about me and my family. (1) I'm a big Star Wars fan. I saw the movie along with everyone else when it was first released, and I was about 11. Liked it a lot back then. Thirty-some-odd years later, I LOVE it and am probably one of those people you could call an avid-and-consistent-fan, but not one of those psychotics who dress up and embarrass themselves - although I do have a healthy respect for those people. (Contrary to some schools of thought, that is not a mental health disorder). Anyway, I have a couple of Star Wars stuffed animals, and am imparting knowledge regularly about Star Wars to my four year old son - young, impressionable, and so attached to Mommy that he would never think to object. Not yet anyway. I influence my son behind my husband's back, so he has minimal opportunity to object. Don't judge me - he's doing the same thing with our son, trying to get the boy addicted to racing! (2) I enjoy doing laundry, because I find it therapeutic. (3) My two daughters, ages 18 and 15, are beautiful but unfortunately I can't take any credit for that since I'm not their biological mom. I am lucky enough to have been their mom for the last six-plus years now, and I can only hope that they don't hate me for it. I mean, as most parents can confirm, in my efforts to impart wisdom, I find that I learn much more about life and and humanity from them than they learn from me. In my attempts to be the perfect parent (impossible, I know - don't judge me!), it is abundantly clear every day how terribly short I fall of that goal. I can only hope they will forgive my mistakes, sooner rather than later. (4) Someone told me once (I was about 19) that I could have been a really good dancer, because I have such high arches in my feet. I took it with a grain of salt, since I'm pretty sure he was trying to get me to have sex with him. I didn't. (5) I'm madly in love with my husband. He's a good man with a gentleness and love that is genuine and consistent. He loves me for who I am, even though I like to watch television a lot, love being comfortable in sweats, and just can't seem to grow my hair long. He accepts all my flaws and loves me anyway. He looks me in the eye when he talks to me. He tells me the truth. He's outrageously funny, crosses that "appropriate" line as often as possible but is never disrespectful. And he thinks I am beautiful, and tells me so all the time.
So this is my first entry. No earth-shattering depth, but just me talking about things that mean something to me. Thanks for tuning in.