Three years ago on October 9, 2006, I hit publish and started this blog. Thanks to all of you who have come along for the ride!
Here is the post that started it all:
Pleased to meet you. I’m Practical.
It happened one night at a bar (you’ll see that many of my posts will begin like this). I had just finished my third Woo Woo of the night. I was bouncing merrily off the crowd when a guy friend came to me, draped his drunken arm around my shoulders and purred into me ear, “Someday, after I’ve found the girl I’m going to marry, I’m going to make sure she meets you. You are so practical, you can teach her to be too”. (ok, I’m sure the wording was a bit different, but give my tired brain a break; I’m lucky I can remember much from my 20’s).
I looked at him with wide, terrified eyes and backed away until I had bumped off enough people to land in my roommate’s lap. I then cried, “PRACTICAL?!?!? I’m doomed! I’ll never get married! Guys don’t want PRACTICAL! They want cute and sexy and fun!” She probably suggested we get another Woo Woo (God Bless You, Sharon).
Of course, deep down, I knew it was true. I always went to the library before hitting the bars. I wrote my research paper notes on index cards so that everything was organized. Our off-campus apartment was spotless. I was dependable; I was a
Friar.Shoot forward many years and, yes, I did find a nice, fun, adorable man who thought, “cute, sexy, fun AND practical!” And then we got married and now have three cute, fun and practical kids (no sexy, never sexy). I kind of like ‘practical’ now. It sounds so safe and comforting. And, while it still reminds me of flat dress shoes, one-pot meals, stain-resistant pants and savings plans, those things now hold a special place in my loud, frazzled, messy life.