Premiering

So I decided to blog (again). Incidentally, I hate the word "blog" so from now on I'll be making my best effort not to use it. So, another thing I'm not all that fond of is the initial posting in a blog. It is during this posting that I'm supposed to be telling you who I am, why I want to post things about myself for all of the online world to see, and then I should probably make some self deprecating remark about how this blog won't be all that exciting. I think I will do all of these things, but I'm going to try a different approach. We'll pretend you (my reader) and me (the writer) have just run into each other and I am telling you that I'm starting a blog. Oh, and also, I'm telling you about me. And maybe I'll toss in something self deprecating.

Let's say that this meeting takes place at Chick-fil-A. This isn't a farfetched idea. I go to Chick-fil-A pretty much every other day. Let's also say I'm eating a chicken biscuit. This is more for my benefit than yours because I'm enjoying imagining eating a chicken biscuit. (Let me just pause briefly here and say that if you, my reader, have never had the chance to enjoy a chicken biscuit from Chick-fil-A, I'd recommend that you shut out of this screen, get off the internet, walk out of your door and go get one. Unless it's after 10:30 a.m. or Sunday. Then, go ahead and finish reading and go get one later.) Ok, I digress. So, we're in Chick-Fil-A. I'm sitting at a table and you approach.

You: Hey Sarah! I thought that was you! Wow! Why do you have 27 chicken biscuits on your table?

Me: Oh hey you! How's it going? Oh, these biscuits are just for some friends. (Fact #1 and #2 about me: I love food and I will occasionally avoid the truth in order to cover up things like an obsession with chicken biscuits.)

You: I'm good. What are you up to these days?

Me: Well, let's see. I work for a magazine. I live in Atlanta. I write a lot. I go to a lot of parties for my job. My miniature dachshund is the apple of my eye. (I think you can figure out what the facts are here)

You: Oh, that's nice. (Probably you wouldn't really say this if I said those things. Probably you would think I was a crazy dachshund lady who eats 27 biscuits. But, for the purpose of this entry, we're going to pretend.) So, are you doing anything new? (Again, we're pretending.)

Me: Well, funny you should ask that. I just decided today to start one of those online web logs. You know, I think kids these days are calling them blogs.

You: Really? Why would you want to do that?

Me: Well, I can't really say. Maybe it's partly because I write so much for work that sometimes I like the idea of just writing for fun. Or maybe it's because it's something I used to do and I miss it. Or it could be something deeper, like I feel some deep humanistic need to chronicle my brief days on earth. But I think mostly it's because sometimes my dachshund doesn't get all of the stories I tell, so I like the idea of sharing them with people. Just for a change.

Now, in this story, realistically, you would probably smile, nod and turn around and leave. Never to return to listen to any more crazy talk from the biscuit lady. Hopefully you won't do that in regards to this blog though. Because I promise, the first entry is always the worst.