This is stupid.

No really. It is.

I am starting this blog on a random day. Totally random. Nothing exciting in my life has ever happened on September the 13th. What's more, I have a weird thing with odd numbers. (Yes, another one of my obsessive quirks.) I only like to start or do things on even days. The fact that my child was born in January and not December or February still freaks me out a little. At least she was born on an even day.

So, to spite my own damn self, I am starting my blog on September 13th when I have nothing to talk about. (Don't worry, I'm sure I'll find something.)

You see, I have thought about getting on the blog train for a long time. However, I always had to wait for a momentous occassion to start it. I didn't think to do it until after I got married and until after the birth of my daughter, so what the heck was momentous after that? Madeline's first birthday. That was momentous. One problem--I forgot to start my blog. Surely I couldn't start it the day after her birthday. Nor could I start it any day since then, since what is more momentous than your wedding day, the birth of your child or that child's very first birthday? I'd have to wait a few more years, I figured, and start it on her first day of school. Or perhaps, the birth of her yet to be conceived sibling. However, if I started it on Green Bean #2's birthday, then would Maddie feel slighted? So--first day of school it was. But then, if I wait 4 years, I can't blog about her first poop on the potty!

And so my warped brain continued. I finally decided I was never to blog, because at this rate I wouldn't start until Madeline's wedding day.

So here I am. A random day. I am completely freaked to hit the "Publish Post" button. See how obsessive I am? How thoroughly compulsive? And so, to spite myself, I will start my blog on September 13th, 2006 and say nothing important. You just wait--I'll be up all night tossing and turning over this. Pass the Pinot, please.