BACK FOR THE 3RD TIME… AN INTRODUCTION TO MY FIRST BLOG

BACK FOR THE 3RD TIME…AN INTRODUCTION OF SORTS… 
somehow i managed to misplace my introduction… and this cyber.journal seems incomplete without one and i cannot seem to move forward without it… so after my bestfriend and i killed the first one with a phone call and the backup has been lost, we arrive at this point, a third introduction, after a second entry… yes it is it’s own brand of special and i am the supplier. so the quick version of this is “it’s never too late… unless you are dead X_x, :(“… i am not and though it seems i should have created a space for my inane ramblings long ago, if for no other reason than to make room in my head for more, i did not. i am however alive and so here is my offering…
i make no promises other than i will chronicle for you all of the EPIC, Indiana Jones.esque adventures, as well as the daily, random, occurrences that are the adventures of my life and the people around me… adventures in parenting. veganism. homeschooling. outings. innings. and randomocity.
i will attempt to make the mundane appear extra.ordinary (although objects on the screen may appear more or less ordinary than they actually are). because for the time you take to read these words i think you deserve that.
a little bit about me (stop me, if you’ve heard this before)… i create stuff. noisy stuff. melodic stuff. written stuff. painted stuff. interpretive dance stuff. organized stuff. and children (2) and an adult… just the 1 🙂 who i can no longer call my child, because as i’ve been informed, she is grown (groan)… i write in the stream of my consciousness, which sometimes meanders into the deep end of the pool 
(but fear not, you can fly)… i am grate.full for words and for you reading them.
ALL the beAuty,
malaika
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BACK FOR THE 3RD TIME… AN INTRODUCTION TO MY FIRST BLOG

BACK FOR THE 3RD TIME…AN INTRODUCTION OF SORTS… 
somehow i managed to misplace my introduction… and this cyber.journal seems incomplete without one and i cannot seem to move forward without it… so after my bestfriend and i killed the first one with a phone call and the backup has been lost, we arrive at this point, a third introduction, after a second entry… yes it is it’s own brand of special and i am the supplier. so the quick version of this is “it’s never too late… unless you are dead X_x, :(”… i am not and though it seems i should have created a space for my inane ramblings long ago, if for no other reason than to make room in my head for more, i did not. i am however alive and so here is my offering…
i make no promises other than i will chronicle for you all of the EPIC, Indiana Jones.esque adventures, as well as the daily, random, occurrences that are the adventures of my life and the people around me… adventures in parenting. veganism. homeschooling. outings. innings. and randomocity.
i will attempt to make the mundane appear extra.ordinary (although objects on the screen may appear more or less ordinary than they actually are). because for the time you take to read these words i think you deserve that.
a little bit about me (stop me, if you’ve heard this before)… i create stuff. noisy stuff. melodic stuff. written stuff. painted stuff. interpretive dance stuff. organized stuff. and children (2) and an adult… just the 1 🙂 who i can no longer call my child, because as i’ve been informed, she is grown (groan)… i write in the stream of my consciousness, which sometimes meanders into the deep end of the pool 
(but fear not, you can fly)… i am grate.full for words and for you reading them.
ALL the beAuty,
malaika