The desire to start a blog has been percolating around in my mind for a long time now. I have wanted to blog, but was afraid of the commitment. Will I have to write every single day? Will I want to? More importantly, as my sixtieth birthday approaches, will I remember to? Then my friend Robyn (who is much younger than me) started a blog, and I was instantly plunged into a bizarre feeling of envy. Robyn is a beautiful (inside and out) young wife and mother who was the business office manager at a retirement community I worked at for six years. Robyn has a perfect little family - a handsome husband and two adorable children. Oh, and she calls her blog "Robyn's Nest" and it is all about the cute things that she, her husband and kids do - how perfect is that? Oh yeah, I was a noxious shade of pea green when I found out that Robyn had a blog and I didn't. I mean, she is in her twenties and is already established. I am almost Medicare eligible and have never posted one comment.
So...Ta Da! Enter my blog. Now, 'Robyn's Nest' not withstanding, I hadn't considered that when you sign on to set up your blog, you have to give it a name. The name has to, in some way, define you. That gave me significant pause to consider what my life amounts to...I love my family and friends, I love to write, and I have spent the bulk of my career as a restaurant manager - the rest in senior living, I am nearing retirement age with much anticipation and relish. I love books, I love wine...and cheese. The phrase 'Aged to Perfection' seemed appropriate and I was really happy to find it was available.
So, there you have it. Introducing "Aged to Perfection," a tongue-in-cheek peek into my life, that of my husband Gary, and the poor unfortunates who claim us as friends, foe or family.
Leslie,
ReplyDeleteWow...I am flattered by your sweet comments! You are pretty darn great yourself! I can wait to read your witty entries!
Happy Blogging, my sweet friend!
Cheers, Robyn