I’d put my hand in fire on it.
Anyone who’s ever googled has googled themselves. There was a time way back, when there were still diapers in my life and I kept my diary on the iparenting website, when I could google Allisun with a U and find myself at the top of the search. I mean at the top,like Madonna and Oprah, I didn’t even need a last name! Nobody would EVER have guessed that I was probably out there at that very moment ripping my whole house apart trying to find my black tank top. Again.
And yet here I am, five years later STILL trying to get a grip on my stuff. After ringing in the new year we rented a condo with Shelley and James for a little ski vacation (I chose to eat rather than ski because I am absolutely terrified I will wrap myself around a tree). There I was, with lemon meringue pie, chocolate chip cookies and salt and vinegar chips, googling Allisun with a U. I discovered, thanks to Facebook I’m still around, but I had to click forever and a day before I found an old diary entry. And when I did and when I started reading it, the things I wrote about came back to me like they had just happened. Reading the crazy stories warmed me down to the tip of my toes, and that my friends is when I nailed my most obtainable new year’s resolution for 2011. I vowed to start documenting memories for my family again.
Three days later, when I was so ripping mad at Remo I was…was…I was SO going to get even, I felt that warmth again. There’s something about online blogs…the sharing…the caring…the airing…that puts you in this deliciously evil position. Where they have to do what you say or you will get in front of the computer and tell the whole wide world they didn’t.
I may need to jump back a bit to cover some of our experiences over the last few years, not to bore you I promise, but to bridge the gap for the kids. We barely videotaped them, if I don’t write things down I’m afraid they’ll be in their twenties, asking me what they were like when they were little, and I’ll only be able to tell them they were cute. Which in its entirety would be a lie because there are MANY, MANY moments when my kids are not cute. Brandan is now 12 and starting with the tude. Kaillan is 9 but always had it and Emmie? Let’s colour her entertaining, shall we?
If I was to be entirely honest I’d admit I’ve grown older and wiser and yet I still have many prioritizing issues to work out. THIS, THIS IS MY YEAR. I will organize my house and mind! I will write off that which drains me! I will have nice nails! I will volunteer less! I will look good in my expensive pair of jeans! I will host five fabulous dinner parties! There’s more…I’m a total work in progress…but I’m afraid you’ll have to come back to score the juicy details.
With that, I bid you another welcome.
Always,
Allisun
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