Starting a new blog...

This is difficult. I have been thinking about what I wanted to write since I posted my last entry. Of course, I know I only have one person reading this, but I dream of the day when I may just have some random person out there that stumbles upon my blog on a boring Tuesday night, and they go back to the beginning to read all of my insights and anecdotes.

So...here is my dilemma. What to write about first? The first real entry should stand out. It should grab the reader in a way that makes them want to come back, day after day, just to see if I have something else to share. Which of course...I do. I have lots to share. That's the problem.

How do you narrow it down? How do you find the right subject to start with? I could participate in the usual MckMama blog carnival, but then, if any of her other readers stop by, there won't be anything else for them to read. Also, I seem to be having problems with my short term memory, and I just can't recall any embarrassing things that happened to me this week. (Of course, the previous statement is a blatant fabrication. I would apologize, but again, I only have one reader, and she knows the truth, so why bother?) :)

I have lots to say about marriage. I've been married for just over eight years, and my husband is absolutely amazing. We met on the playground in 7th grade. (Do they call it a play ground in 7th grade? What is it? A black top? There were basketball goals. Oh...whatever...) He was one of my closest friends before I ever considered loving him, and it's been quite an adventure growing up together. I could rattle on about that for hours, but I'm not sure that's where I want to start.

I could talk about my faith. God is working on me on a daily basis. I have had radical changes that I've wanted to make in my life for quite some time, and I finally feel like He and I are starting to get somewhere. I could talk about how I was raised a Baptist and a Catholic and how religion was one of the most confusing aspects of my childhood next to having divorced parents, but all of that is just a little too deep for a Monday night chat.

I could also jump into the subject of parenthood. As the subheader says...I am pursuing parenthood, not actually participating just yet. I could recall all of the roller coaster rides I've been on over the last 7 1/2 years while trying to get pregnant. (Yes...we started trying just 6 months after we got married. What can I say? I was 21 years old, and a little clueless as to what married life actually entailed. I thought, "Babies? Yes, please, and as soon as possible!") I could write about how I felt the first time my husband and I were left alone in a stark white, closet sized exam room after a doctor completed an IUI procedure in order to "bypass our infertility problems." I could write about how we spent over $13,000 in medical expenses last year in order to go through an unsuccessful round of in vitro only to find out afterwards that my husband had something wrong with him that could be fixed surgically. I could write about how I've finally found peace about this whole baby making thing, and how I KNOW that someday God will allow me to be a mother...either to my children or someone else's. But again, little deep for a first entry.

I could write about my new job. I've been teaching for almost four months now, after spending four years working in hospitals as an x-ray tech. I could share with you the pictures from my second story office windows overlooking the pond and geese. I could write anecdotes about my students and the quirky things that I do to keep them interested in a lecture about radiation physics. I could tell the story of how I squirted a syringe full of saline at a student the other day as a joke, only to have missed the student I aimed at and soaked another student's notes. (Wait...that sounds like a "Not Me!" Monday.)

Or I could share stories about all of the people my husband and I have been able to share our home with over the last eight years. We've had our share of house guests...family...friends... sister of a friend who needed to finish her last two years of high school before she returned to Mongolia...the stories about those adventures could go on and on.

We had a dog once, too. I could share the little poem I wrote for our scrapbook as a tribute to his six months of destroying our carpet and his inability to sleep anywhere but on the back of the couch. The last line is, "So we sold you...the end." Good times...

I don't know...maybe I'll just write about all the things that I could write about and make it look like a nice intro to all of my future entries. Hmm...what a novel idea...