Let's start at the very beginning.

...a very good place to start?

I guess that makes it sound like I'm about to tell my entire life story, which is NOT the case. Although every day of my life up until this point something new and noteworthy happens to me, I'm almost certain it has been boring to almost everyone else. This won't be my life story per se, because I'm not telling about when I was 5, just now. The present, and some choice selections from the past.

The beginning of this blog is what the title is referring to. I've made attempts to start blogs in the past, most of which have failed miserably ("...Today was boring, LOLz!!"), but I have a chronic desperation to document my life for some reason. I know I'll never be one of those worldwide phenomenon bloggers. I won't be one of those mommy bloggers who makes money off of their blogs (more power to them, my point is that I am NOT that interesting, entertaining, or crowd-drawing). I am just me, and who knows, maybe one day my daughter (and future children) will be able to look back at my Internet-cached blog and read about their upbringing, rolling their eyes along the way.

So who is "me"? My name is Paula. I'm a young (can I say young when I'm 3 short years away from being 30? I still feel 16. So for now I will stick to that adjective) wife, mother, and teacher. I have a hilarious husband, an adorable daughter, and a horrifying job.

Don't get me wrong, I am incredibly thankful to have a job, it's just way more stressful than I ever imagined working would be when I was in college. I teach 8th graders at an urban high school. You might hear some tales from the classroom on this blog, although I'll have to censor myself when it comes to that, since once something is online, it's there forever.

Side note, when will I ever be able to see/hear the word "forever," and not hear it in my mind as "FOR. EV. ERR!" Thanks, Sandlot.

Anyway, my students are Google hounds and will inevitably stumble across this page one day and be all like, "Oh my gosh, my teacher talked about the time my pants split, I'm suing!" And since I AM a teacher, I'm obviously extremely poor (boo hoo) so I can't afford a lawsuit. Sorry, folks, you won't get most of the juicy stories when it comes to the kiddies.

But you will hear about my freaking awesome daughter, who really IS a genius. Not literally maybe. But if you ask me, yes, she has an IQ of a trillion and is going to graduate college when she is 10, although I hope without the social and emotional issues most child prodigies  face. Look at that, my daughter is 16 months old and I'm already declaring her a child prodigy. For serious, people - I asked her to say "Patti" for a friend last night and she said "Pah." Harvard, here we come!

You will hear about the hysterical things my husband does (sometimes only he thinks they're hysterical). Like the time I bought ugly granny panties for my impending birth and he thought it would be HILARIOUS to spread a pair with Nutella and leave them sitting around. Ok, it was funny. Until I forgot about them, washed them with the other new pair, and happened to accidentally grab them to wear when I did go into labor. The Nutella had been washed off, but a big brown stain remained for all of the doctors and nurses to see. Thanks, hubs.

I hope that you'll stick around to read, and honestly, I hope I stick around to write.