Counteracting the mom memory

Hello.

Welcome to our (probably more like my) blog. I say my due to the fact that my dear hubby is self-proclaimed as technically challenged. Attaching a file to an email is a bit of a struggle for him that causes raised blood pressure so blogging would surely set him straight into cardiac arrest. I can hear him now, "Blog? What is that? Is that like another game you play similar to Bunco?" Oh, gotta love him but I'm guessing he will not frequent the site or be sharing many posts. So back to my blog....just wanted to welcome anyone out there reading this, if you are, you are reading my attempt to put our life in print and counteract my momnesia. I've never had a great memory and since the addition of our daughter over a year ago and the busier life that comes along with little babes, the already minuscule spot in my brain dedicated to memory got even smaller....might be the only spot on my body getting smaller, but I digress.

We are Team Grier. We are a family of three, living in a small town amongst bean fields and pig confinements. We are all madly in love with eachother - well, on good days that is. We have a dog. Like sports (hence, the namesake of "Team Grier"), bleed black and gold and can oftentimes be found yelling at refs - or wait that might just be me, the hubby tries to behave himself a little more, but I on the other hand....you gotta make those blow-out games interesting somehow, right? (I'm kinda chuckling at myself as I write this - I'm writing it as though someone is actually reading it but really it's just me - and that is just fine - after all I don't want my momnesia to make me forget that I live with two goofballs, have a dog and most likely have a football game to go to tonight.) The above mentioned 14-month old daughter is the allstar of our team...although still undecided on what hand to do a layup with and a little wobbly on two legs yet, she is still our MVP. A MVP that is getting more and more persistent and spirited by the day. She's very good at sharing kisses, clicking her tongue, signing "more" when it means she gets more Goldfish crackers and tooting - all very important traits of a skilled athlete. Her Coach (aka Dad), is my husband of 5 years and has been that certain special someone in my life for about 15 years now. Yep, we were highschool sweethearts, you know one of those stories - he was the quarterback and I was the cheerleader, well sorta, never officially in the skirt with the pom poms but always a fan. After all the Friday night football games and high school dances were over, we went off to college and I decided I was still a fan of that Coach and could be for a very long time. So we got married, moved into a nice but wet apartment, got our Tuf Guy, moved out of the apartment before we were flooded out, moved into our first, imaculently clean, move-in-ready house just in time to get pregnant, have our MVP and never have a clean house again.

That pretty much sums it up. Many pictures and more detailed, memory inducing posts to come at a later date - maybe even one on Bunco....