Just a little fish in a formidable pond...

I stumbled into the BlogHer-sphere the same way most things in my life have happened -- by complete accident and with very little grace. I feel like the new kid at a big school. So, taking a deep, cleansing breath and counting to three... Here is the reader's digest version of my introduction.

Hi there. My name is MeL. I'm 26 years old. I'm a stay-at-home-mom. That means I spend my days wrangling my 2 1/2 year old son, Jack, and his baby brother, Tobin. It also means my life is full of nearly equal measures of joy and frustration.

I am the ninth of ten kids. I was raised a mormon, and am in fact descended from a very long line of mormons-- dyed in the wool, polygamist, handcart pulling ones. I try not to dwell on it; I started my recovery in 1999 and I'm still working on it.

I started blogging in 2003 as a way to let friends and family know what we were up to, but it slowly evolved into a way for me to vent all the chaos in my head. I realized there was an actual community of women bloggers after I stumbled across dooce.com by accident while googling for some old photos I had published in the BYU university paper. I felt like a veteran of a war, finding a connection to someone else who was at the same battle. I now read her blog every day. The rumors, however, about me burning incense and chanting at a shrine in her image have been greatly exaggerated.

I don't feel quite up to the level of a lot of the amazing women here. (Hopefully that's a "Yet" kind of feeling.)

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Hey there!

I will volunteer to eat your krispy kremes if it will help. As long as they are hot and now and not cold and old.

Glad to meet you!

~Denise

 

Your intro was a fine

Your intro was a fine start... I'm intrigued by what you have hinted at spiritually... I look forward to checking out what you've written.

 

Welcome from another newbie.

Welcome from another newbie. As for the Dooce shrine, well, I don't have any incense or candles, but I do have THIS. I suppose that's the blogging version of an alter huh? hahaha

JustLinda
fabulously imperfect
Nothing to See Here... Just Linda

 

I have been officially

I have been officially earwormed, and will fall asleep, I'm sure, humming that tune. :) Totally cracked me up though.

I go on a semi-forced pilgrim march to Utah every few years, to visit my folks in SLC and siblings in the surrounding cities. We went last summer, and I was tempted to try to meet Dooce in person... but as I was 6 months pregnant and very hormonal, my default anxiety at meeting new people won out and we went to look for a bar for my husband instead. You should have seen his face when he found out how much alcohol they're allowed to serve per drink. He thought at first he was just holding a glass of slightly melted ice-cubes...then realized that was actually his drink.

The whole Dooce thing is totally bizarre... it was like being in high school all over again, thinking you're the only one who has ever listened to The Wall, and then finding out you are about 20 years late to that party.

Then again, Pink Floyd didn't get any less brilliant just because a million other people loved it, too... and finding out Dooce is a not-so-well-kept secret hasn't diminished my enjoyment of it.

See you all on the Dark Side Of The Moon.. :)