Well, hello.

With a start like that, I’m sure you’re all just racing to your blog-rolly-thingies to add me. Why thank you, interlings.

I’m thinking that if I can just get past the first post, the awkwardness will disappear. Deep down, I know this is just wishful thinking but please allow me to wallow in it for at least a few hours. You know, until I write the next post or something and realize that the awkwardness has come back to take up residence in my keyboard.

For someone who has been reading Boomama and Bigmama and all the other mama’s, you’d think I’d have more than this to start out with. But, unlike the mama’s, I have no offspring unless you count my two puppies, Snuggles and Cuddles.

How great would it be if I knew how to insert a picture of them right here? Pretty fabulous, right? Too bad I’m a beginnie-bloggie and am not even sure if I’m even writing on my own blog right now.

Note to self: we’re losing my mother our audience right about now. Get it together, girlfriend!

Let’s discuss why I feel the need to have a blog, shall we? One night, in an apartment not so far from here, I happened upon a little piece of southern-fried heaven called Boomama (sure wish I knew how to insert a link… interlings? Some help?). I am not really sure why I decided to read something that included both “boo” and “mama” in the subject line as I am not fond of being scared nor am I planning to be a mother in the near future (hi dad!). Maybe it was her addiction to Diet Coke that did me in; we will likely never know.

I read for a few months, then started reading some of her friend’s blogs (this is getting weird, I know) and before I knew it, I thought “well, maybe I should write a blog.”

And then I remembered I was trying to get a master’s degree in approximately 1.5 years.

However, now that I’ve graduated (can I get an amen from… well, myself), I figured there’s no time to strike out and fail like now while my self-esteem is still high from getting that diploma in my hands.

And behold, a blog was born unto her.

I’ll be writing about my life (please hold your applause) but I’ll also be writing about the ministry I direct, Starlite. Here’s the short version: came to college when I was 17, started a ministry for girls when I was 18, God had mercy on my soul and let it grow and me not cause it to die a thousand deaths, we decided to create three programs: Twinkle (for 3rd – 5th graders), Sparkle (for 6th – 8th graders) and Glow (for 9th – 12th graders). I’m 23 now and my little hobby that started five years ago is now my full-time job. Around 20 college-aged women make up our leadership team and are about the funniest girls you will ever hear about — oh, and yes you will hear about them. In fact, let us begin:

Last night, during our first meeting of the semester, I asked the girls to answer some “emergency information questions” since we go on several trips a semester and I might need the information at some point. One of my brightest little stars, Katie, listed the following under “Allergies?”:

“Annoying people, early awakenings, homework and physical labor.”

And that, I believe, is the perfect place to end my first blog entry.

PS – But IF I was not ending my first blog entry here, I’d insert a pathetic little message asking you to be my friend. Because it is a big bloggy world out there and a girl needs some friends. So, what I’m trying to say is… please, oh please be my friend. Please with cherries on top?