Taking a leap

I can't say that I have been one of the most impulsive people in the world. I have always tended to take the safe road or the road with the least disappointments ahead But since becoming a mother, I feel like I need to be more aggressive. I don't want my daughter to be a wallflower like me. I don't want her to be Attila the Hun either, but I don't want her to be afraid to take chances. That being said, I have decided to become a mom-trepreneur. For years, I have had people complement me on my photography. "You should try to sell these" was a constant phrase I heard. Now, being me, I just assumed it was my friends and family being polite. But, I've decided maybe I'm selling myself short and I should give it a whirl. So, without further ado, I'd like to present to you: http://www.zenfolio.com/tarin520 . It's just some random shots I've taken through the years. I'm hoping that I will have some success and possibly turn it into more of a profession than a hobby. Maybe in a few years, my daughter will look at my pictures and be proud of her mommy for taking a chance.

Facebook Befriending

So I have to admit - I've become a bit of a Facebook addict. I love seeing what others have posted, what they are doing, what pictures they have posted. But I'm seeing a bit of a phenomenon that has me scratching my noggin. I have been getting friend requests from people I went to high school with. This is all well and good, but some of them - 'scuz me - you didn't give two craptastic cents about me when we were in high school. Are you using me to raise your Facebook popularity? It's not like they are going to call me up and say "You. Me. Drinks. Let's go". It's not a pet peeve of mine persay, but I just find it freaking hilarious. I think people do it more out of morbid curiousity. It's like going to your high school reunion (which I must admit - I refuse to go to. Gives me the heebs just thinking about it). People go to those to see who's married, who's divorced, who got fat, who got hot, all that jazz. Facebook makes it easier than spending the $50 to hang out at a Holiday Inn with people you spent four years trying to get away from.

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The Tarins in the Blogosphere - You have been warned.

I believe it was my husband who stated "Whatever you do, do not do a family blog". Of course, I agreed, but why wouldn't I? I was about five months pregnant, blissfully ignorant of everything that was to happen once my child entered the world. I was on cloud nine and basically agreed to everything. Who cared about a blog when I was going to be a mommy?

Now I sit in my living room, my four month old daughter snoozing away in her crib, and am struck with the need to write. Hey, why not me? I always wanted to be a writer. Some say I'm funny (I then call them delusional), so why not give it a whirl? The worst things that can happen are a) I get lazy and this post will be my blogging be all and end all, b) The hubby finds this, declares shenanigans, and I am pulled kicking and screaming away from the keyboard (quite the sight, may I add), or c) No one reads it, or worse, reads it and doesn't like it, and I sulk in the corner. OK, none of those are fun things but it could be worse, right?

So, what do I plan on putting on my little piece of the net? The wacky adventures me and Em get into? Hmmm, not much of that going on now, but I have hope. So until this frigid weather melts away and we can once again go outside without freezing into an ice statue, I think there will be a rambling here and there. Oooh, Emma did this. Man, I'm so annoyed about that. All that fun stuff. OK, now I must go and get caffeinated and ponder my next post.