Introduction, as if it's necessary.

So.  I'm a mom, a wife, an artist, a dog trainer, a dog shampoo formulator, a runner, and I would love to get back into martial arts (Kung Fu, specifically).  Why not add "Blogger" to the bio?  I am a walking dichotomy.  I'm a social butterfly one day and vehemently anti-social the next.  I feel the need to please everyone one day and don't give a rat's bum what anyone thinks the next.  One day I'm on top of the world, I know everything, and no one can stop me.  The next day I would just as soon crawl into the nearest inconspicuous hole and cower until the moon shines again (but it might not!).  I have more blessings than any individual deserves and yet life has sure dealt me a pile of hot fecal material.  I am your average woman.  I have nice legs, pretty eyes, a big nose and a small chest.  I am very talented in some areas and seriously deficient in others.  WOW!  I'm your AVERAGE WOMAN!  While I am not a proponent of mediocrity, I find nothing wrong with running an evenly paced race.

I'm trying to embrace social media.  I have had no problems embracing Facebook.  I use my son and lack of proximity to the grandparents as justification for my addiction.  I suppose what I really want is a means of self-expression that people can choose to read or ignore without getting me banned from News Feed and won't injure my self-worth if I have to renew the listing on Etsy.  I do not Tweet.  I am not a celebrity and Facebook is enough of a time suck.  I don't even get the whole "#tryingtoexpressmyself" junk.  Please don't waste your time trying to explain it to me.  And I believe in Karma AND the fact that Jesus was a son of God that walked on Earth.  I will not always know of that which I speak because I feel this is my personal diary that I am choosing to leave unlocked for random passers-by.  You are welcome to correct, you are not welcome to attack.

I will likely talk a great deal about family dynamics, heart defects, healthy eating, locavore culture, fitness, dogs, dogs, DOGS, the cutest kid in the universe (mine), running, and of course--me.  If you can't handle these things, or a wry sense of humor that may unintentionally offend, check out now.  If you can--well, I welcome you in true Southern Hospitality style.