And she's off.....again.....

Okay, so, I'd originally started this blog in 2005 with one initial post and I like to believe I had high hopes of, you know, regularly blogging, but apparently, my committment was fleeting and so I let it majorly slide for various reasons (I sort of thought of it for a long time as Virtual Navel-Gazing and, like, who truly CARES about the totally random goings-on in my brain???) but the fact that I am finally getting around to resurrecting it indicates I no longer worry about such potentially narcissistic trivialities.... Actually, I mostly talked myself out of it because I used to have a friend who was very critical of the process of writing, writers (I am one), blogs, blogging, etc. and it seemed easier to avoid his criticism rather than expend energy deflecting it and defending my motives....whatever. (Thankfully, I am so not in that let-me-hide-my-light-under-a-bushel-to-placate-your-insecurities phase anymore....)



We have since gone our separate ways and, yeah, it was bitter, and, yeah, it sucked, but it wasn't entirely unexpected....But, boy....may I just say, you don't know how...absolutely serene, absolutely functional...you can feel until a giganto chunk of perpetually critical negativity is finally no longer a factor in your life! Some very positive changes have begun to manifest themselves, such as a palpably improved outlook on, well, just about everything. I even had a friend at work say to me a few weeks ago, quite out of the blue, "You just seem really happy!" and, I mean, THANK GOD, because I really wasn't for a very long time.

So the blog is just one thing I'm breathing new life into.

As for the title, I actually really like chickens. I collect them, and that itself has been a sort of unofficial evolution. I think I had a few poultry-oriented items at one point and people noticed them and started giving me more and more and before I knew it, they multiplied exponentially and now I have a full-fledged collection on my hands: aprons, plates, figurines, potholders, wind-up toys that lay eggs, stuffed animals, books, even a mobile. All chickens, alla time.



I promise it'll be pretty random. That's how my brain works. Linear thinking--nay, rational thinking--can be a drag for me, since I'm, as my mother might phrase it, "a creative type," and as impressions pop into my brain, so I write. I used to verbally share my random impressions, but I soon learned that that wasn't a terribly, uh...appreciated approach. I grew up in California, currently expatriated to Minnesota and once cheerfully blabbed to a hairdresser here that my impression of the midwest was that it seemed full of fat blond women stuffed into plaid, after which I received the worst haircut of my life. So much for sharing my tactless enlightenment; I have since learned to keep the yap shut, even though I admit I have never gotten used to the accent.....



Anyway, there it is, my initial post, a second time around. I could go on, but I'll save it for subsequent posts...more trivialities to come, cause I've got a lotta time to make up!

Buh-bye.