It's (Na va duh) not (Na vah duh)

Why, Ali? You've made fun of people who blog before. Why start this now? Here....we...go...

1. First and most importantly....I need proof that I have lived on this planet. I never allow pics to be taken of me. It is flashbacks from too many fake smiles at Bryant Denny. My kids need a journal of their life and I've heard that Snapfish or some other online source will print and bind these blog posts. Coolio.
2. My parents simply can't or won't skype. So here ya go parentals.....thoughts, activities, and pics of your grandkids. I am wiping the guilt off of my shoulder as I speak.
3. I enjoy making fun of myself. Everyday something happens in my life that is just darn nuts. Maybe it is raising four kids or simply that I am an easy target. It is worth more laughs than my household can view.
4. I have a weird sense of humor. I would make Seinfeld proud. Since my children are too young to appreciate these tidbits now, it shall be saved for their future viewing pleasure (horror). Grab the popcorn now.
5. I need an outlet. In Birmingham I was LOADED with responsibilities........mom, wife, friend, room mom, church youth leader, softball coach, taxi, etc etc. Here in Vegas I haven't found my niche just yet. Hence the extra time and monkey on my back to write.  Need a tissue?

Simply, after living in the south for 37 years my family took a shot at change by moving to Sin City, land of neon, the city that never sleeps, tattooville, the desert. The hubs is starting a company out here with a college bud. He's busy. Kids are busy. Ali is.......not as busy. Don't get me wrong. I am a flippin taxi. These kids are driving me wacko with the activities and getting them around. I am sure that one day these kids will put me on a Dr. Phil show called "My mom had us in a car too much instead of allowing us to play at home and become normal." Well, bring it on kids.....I'd like to rub Dr. Phil's head and it would be a free trip to Cali....but for now grab your juice box, pretzels, that DVD and get in the car.  

In the meantime, I am going to share my new and past experiences of a southern chick moving from the land of mosquitoes, humidity, and football, to the land of dry heat, tattoos, and neon. All of my close friends know that I will make fun of myself first and foremost...and constantly. However, if you are a sensitive southerner or Nevadan, you might not want to join in on my fun. I already have hours worth of experiences form here in the desert. I love the south and I love the desert. It should be a fun ride.