If I were put on a pedestal for my thoughts, you would constantly be looking at my ass.

My last entry (about Rachel screaming for milk) was my 300th.  The last 100 entries have been very hard fought.  My first 100, I wrote in 103 days.  My next 100, I wrote in 129 days.  But writing 201 to 300, took 230 days.  There were several days that I didn't think I had a meaningful, funny thought in me.  I took a break for awhile and even ignored (the blog).  But I got back on the horse and slowly started writing one entry after another.  I did slow down when I needed to--if I was too tired, I didn't write.  If I was not making sense, I didn't write.  Slow and steady got me to 300.  So with that, I am pretty excited and thought I would take some "me time" and answer some questions that I frequently get.  (I will avoid acting weird and making pretend that I am being interviewed by someone kicky with a gummy grin.)

I write this blog as a hobby.  I write it to make people laugh, share my story and perhaps get another parent or spouse to say, "Hey that sounds familiar!"  I am not advocating a certain parenting style or trying to make what I do seem easy, fun or glamorous.  God forbid. If I were put on a pedestal for my thoughts, you would constantly be looking at my ass.  It's not rocket science, just some levity with a good eye roll.

This is not fiction.  This is my life.  If I have a day that I can't necessarily laugh, perhaps I take the day off from writing.  But then there are evenings like last night that I are given to me like a gift.  I told Ching that I was cooking an Asian chicken dish.  He questioned how Asian it would be and then asked if I was going to rub the chicken on his chest (to make it Asian).

Speaking of Ching, he does know of this blog.  He doesn't read it because he knows that I am writing about him.  His viewpoint is why read it if he has all ready lived it?  Honestly, him not reading it gives me a certain privacy.  Laurel calls my blog, "that blog" and I am sure one day, Rachel will sue me.

I do have certain rules on my site.  I don't use the F-word because my mom asked me not to.  While I love the word, I have been told that if my funny thought has to have that word in it than perhaps my thought isn't funny.  I don't put pictures of my family on the site.  While I can't control who sees my blog, I can control someone unsavory looking at my children.  I don't write about people at work.  This isn't about them...this is about me.

I can see how many people have read my entries...some days I am obsessed with the "counter."  The entry that got the most reads was the one about Rachel chomping on Ching's manhood.  (And I did write that with his permission.)  I have never had an entry that was not read.  Thankfully my mom and sister with read it every day.  

Currently, I don't have an end goal in sight.  The time that I do have to devote to this project is enough to get at least four entries a week.  Currently that is all I have time for.  But perhaps one day, it will result in me being Amy Pohler's new best friend.  Or as the best journal of the girls in their formative years.

As always, thank you for reading.