First Post

I've been talking and thinking about creating a blog for many, many months now. I've been able to convince myself that I don't have time, I'm a terrible writer, and I'm really quite computer illiterate. However, that little devil on my left shoulder beat out the angel on my right shoulder (happens ALL the time), and I'm caving in. Here's why:

• Memories: The last year has been a great year of change...a new job, a new husband, and most important (sorry Josh) a NEW BABY ON THE WAY (which also means a whole new wardrobe..see future blog post for more discussion on that #teammaternityclothes). While I know I will appreciate all the thousands two of my readers that I'll eventually have, I really want a diary of my life for myself - something for me to look back and realize how perfect stupidly ridiculous my life is.
• Social Media: I looooooove Instagram. Twitter is okay. Facebook is the devil. I still post on all of them. I try to limit my Instagram posts to no more than one a day (I fail sometimes, okay...). I try to limit myself to only positive, SOBER tweets (I fail there too...damn devil on my shoulder). I try not to even look at Facebook (y'all I get really bored at stoplights). Regardless, I have a lot to say, and my dogs and husband quit caring or even hearing me a long time ago. I'm not asking anyone to read and comprehend my posts. There won't be a test afterward - I just want to be able to "talk out loud" without looking like the crazy, schizo cat lady.
• Pictures: I. take. too. many. pictures. It's a problem. I believe at least 10% of us females have to go through this painful disorder. It goes like this: awww...my dog is laying down [picture]. My dog is sitting [picture]. My dog is turning 3 [steak dinner and picture]. My dog is turning 3 and a half [toy and picture]. Uh oh...my dog is yawning...time for an action shot [picture, picture, picture]. I could go on for days. Actually, I've gone on for 32 gigs of space on my phone. I literally have not been able to take a photo on my phone for over a year now. Do you know how devastating it is to choose which picture of my husband to delete just so I can fit a picture of my mutt licking his you know what?! I can't take it. I need somewhere to post all that madness. So besides this post (I can't figure out how to work this dang thing yet), this will basically be a picture book of my freaking fantastic, celebrity-like mundane life.
• Family: Look...I'm about to have a genius, drop-dead gorgeous baby. Sadly, talking on the phone is dying art. My work reads my email (I'm on to you!!). I DESPISE texting (I hate to read, okay). And quite frankly, no one on Facebook cares to see 19 pictures of my future model baby eating peas for the first time. Dear Family, if you want to see your niece/nephew/grandchild/cousin/godchild/etc - do NOT expect me to get you framed photos of my little angel. We all know I'm too lazy for that. Check my blog. Bookmark it. Hell, I'll even try to even keep cussing down to bare minimum. No promises...

Please note - this is by far the longest post I'll ever type. I promise for many, many, many more pictures and a whole lot less words. I hope all two of my readers enjoy it, learn something about my family, and maybe even laugh a little bit on the way.

Also - a disclaimer - I'm a math person. I grammar how I want. If you are one of those grammar-nazis that like to pass judgment on how people talk, type, spell, comma splice, capitalize, preposition, etc - you are going to have a FIELD DAY with this site. If it makes you feel better about your life, then get out your red pen and judge away!

Welcome to The Morrison Code :)

PS - I worked really hard on my blog-name - cute, right? #patsselfonback