I never did figure out how to get the picture of the giant beetle to show up in my other post, and it's been months, so I should probably give it up.

School has started, and is already at the end of the first trimester. Time, as always, is flying by. I feel like I always have great stories to share, but they never seem to materialize when I want to journal, or as the kids say, blog, so I don't.

But tomorrow, my husband and I will take off for an anniversary trip to NYC and to see "Wicked." I'm very excited and at the same time terrified that something awful will happen and the will we put together last spring will have to be activated. I'm satisfied with the choices we made for caretakes and all that, but I can't even express how awful it feels to think of the kids losing their parents, being uprooted and moved into a new house, new school, new life all at the same time. I've convinced myself that if I allow myself to perseverate over this horrible thought, that it is like willing myself to coming home safe and sound on Sunday.

It didn't really occur to me at any point today that tomorrow it will have been 16 years since we got married. That day is so clear in my memory, how can it have been so long ago? And where has the time gone, anyway? But more importantly, how can I have seen the date, October 25th, so many times today and not made the connection that tomorrow, the 26th, is our anniversary? I always remember significant number dates.

Regardless, I was standing in his office an hour ago and saw a card sitting on the chair with my name on it which brought the horrible realization that I didn't have a card for him! As I was trying to figure out how to explain running out in the pouring rain (sorely needed here!), at 9:10 at night, he asked if we had anything for dinner. So I happily volunteered to go get him something, saying I had to run to Target to get socks for our trip. He looked at me and said, "You didn't get me a card did you?" I denied of course, then went rummaging through the cards I've bought over the years and never sent, hoping there was an anniversary one, but no...Congratulations on Getting Your New Dog, First Communion, Sorry for your Loss and Thank You cards, yes. But anniversary? No. In the end, I handwrote a lovely note on stationary, stuck in an envelope and hid for him to find in the morning. Always the romantic...

What Have I Done?

Why have I just created a blog? I hadn't been planning to, I don't think of myself as particularly witty and I feel a bit odd doing so. But lots of things do happen to us, and someone somewhere might be interested. Just tonight, we saw the biggest bug I've ever seen.





I was told by a teenage boy who is obviously a lot smarter than I am that it was a rhinoceros beetle, which does sound a bit more scientific than "That was a HUGE beetle, and it flew right.over.my.head!" And I wasn't the only one impressed....adults from all over the pool area came by to check it out. Just another night of excitement in the suburbs, I guess.



What else? I have a husband and two boys. Do I call them by their names, give them pseudonyms? I haven't decided. This may be my one and only blog post. Or, it may become something I do quite regularly. The real reason I joined the blogging bandwagon, though, in a nutshell (get it? I threw in a clever use of my new blog's title), is that I'm trying to figure out how to get my 9-year-old's podcast online so the masses can hear how adorable and smart he, his brother and their friends are.