Alright, I admit I haven’t written down many cohesive thoughts in the last 10 years since giving birth to two wildly fantastic children with, of course, the exception of their entertaining phraseologies and countless grocer lists organized categorically; fruit at the top and freezer items nearing the end of the list. By arranging the fruits and vegetables @ the top of the list leaves little room in the cart as we reach the ever popular frozen foods isle where a barrage of textural, sinfully tantalizing frozen delights ablaze in the full color spectrum scream out, “Pick me, pick me!” I think the other day one package actually winked at me. How could I turn down this advance? When you are wading knee deep in your fourth decade on earth, any form of flirtation is flattering; even if it’s imaginary!

So here I find myself in a new job with a blog entry deadline to express some observations, a self-examination if you will. My co-workers here have been kind enough to offer up guidance and encouragement; launch me down the Yellow Brick Road to Oz. “Write about anything”, they say. “Write about the banana sitting on your desk.” This banana, by the way, was not the item that winked at me but I will graciously consume it anyway for its naturally fortified potassium and pleasing texture reminiscent of childhood. This blog entry may have no beginning or end but I think I have managed to fill up the middle with enough jibberish to qualify an entry on the wild world web (as my 8 year old would say).