The first post on a brand new blog...

...is always an eager experience. It's sort of like buying a brand new notebook or getting out a clean piece of copy paper. You imagine yourself writing and drawing all sorts of amazing things, but when you finally put the pen to the paper you just end up with doodles of lopsided smiley faces, crappy flowers, and a few stick figures here and there.

Note: If you're one of those people who actually do manage to fill your paper with lifelike depictions of things like waterfalls, frolicking puppies or your grandma... you are cordially invited to lick a light socket. I don't wanna hear about your artsy fartsy pictures, your over-priced coffee, or your stupid cat that you probably named Mittens or Bob.

I should probably do the whole "introduction" thing and tell you (whoever you are) a little bit about myself, but I don't feel like it. Since this is my fifty-gajillionth blog (true story, I counted), I don't really feel the need to introduce myself to the internet. Plus, it's inevitable that I will reveal just about everything no one ever needed to know in the first three posts anyway (also a true story, I can prove it with irrefutable statistics that you can be sure I made up).

I'm going to say something painfully obvious in 3... 2... 1...

This time around, I decided to name my blog "Domestica Etcetera."

Another Note: If you, even for a split second, thought something stupid such as, "Omg! That totally rhymed," please slap yourself really hard for me since I can't reach you. If you don't know why you slapped yourself, do it again.

I named the blog after my day-to-day life. "Domestica" and "Etcetera" provide a good cross-section of the things I write about pretty often. In the "Domestica" entries, you'll find me doing really exciting things like battling evil robot overlords in a faraway galaxy making sandwiches for my husband in my kitchen (barefoot, of course). In the "Etcetera" entries (which are usually the exact same thing as the "Domestica" ones), I tend to write about stuff concerning my sons, dirt, marriage, and how fruit snacks can turn your poop bright green. If you're uncomfortable with any of these things, I hear Playhouse Disney has some new episodes of Handy Manny for your viewing pleasure.

Whew! That was actually a pretty painless first entry (unless of course you actually slapped yourself when I told you to, but that's more your fault than mine). If you're still reading, have never named your cat Bob or Mittens, and haven't slapped yourself once during the course of this entry, I think we'll be great friends.

If you're still reading but feel like I've stolen a few minutes from your life that you'll never get back, I would feel really guilty if you walked away from this completely empty-handed. So, I'll leave you with a random fact:

The first toilet ever seen on tv was shown on "Leave It To Beaver."

I hope that helped. Happy Monday!