Look, Ma. No Hands!

I'm coming into the blogging world late. Many of you would say that blogging is past its prime now and so I'm too late. Maybe. But I'm not blogging for you, I'm blogging for me.

I find in my old age (45) that I've become opinionated. I lay awake at night tossing and turning and writing in my head. I can't sleep; the only thing I find that works it to get up, fire on the 'puter and get all that stuff off my mind.

So, I'm starting this blog for my health. So I can sleep. So I can have happy dreams. I'll write down all my demons and nightmares and share them with you. Misery loves company.

Some of these are just my random thoughts.  Some will be stories from my past (my memoir in blog form) and some will be the ranting of a middle-aged lunatic.  I have a few that I've saved from days past.  I'll start with these and add more as I go.

I do hope you get something out of this too.  I think I've had a unique past.  A troubled childhood.  I hope that in my pain, you might find strength.  I wish you luck if you recognize something of your past in mine.