Day 2 of my blog and I am still trying to sort out the formatting.  I think it is the attempt at defining yourself with a web space that I find daunting. What does that font say about me?  What about the layout and background?  I have a feeling it will change with time.

One addition I am happy with is the picture of Marylin I found.  Though I cannot say I know all there is to know about the elusive Miss Munroe, what I know to date I like and aspire to emulate in my own way.  While I may never be as overtly sexual as her I love that she was comfortable in her own skin, which I am working on.  I also like that there was so much more to her then the famous picture of her standing over a subway grate.  For those, and many other reasons, I chose the photo to the left of Marylin reading.  I find the untraditional photos of her much more becoming.

Enough about Marylin (for now); a little more on my intentions with this space.  Aside from my not so deep thoughts and wonderments I hope to pass on what little I may learn, or have learned, as a mom and hopefully help someone else or at least let you know you are not alone.

I am currently a mother of 2; a 15 year old girl and a 6 month old boy.  Yes, that is a 15 year gap.  I had my daughter at the young age of 17, the circumstances of which I am not quiet ready to discuss. (Come now, we just met).  I married my husband in 2010 and we had our first child in August of 2011.  With just the two children I have already had a wide range of experiences.  First, single teenage mom completing university and living on her own with her youngster.  Now, the married women with a teenage daughter and a new born baby boy.  So much to share on this two points alone I don't know when I will ever get to anything else!

I think tomorrow I will start with my daughter.  Hopefully, at some point, I will no longer be writing to myself and someone out there will find this story useful, or comforting, or perhaps just interesting enough to post a comment or a question. We shall see. 

Until tomorrow when you will meet RD.
FBM

ps I find it hilarious that the spell check on the blog thinks the word "blog" is spelt incorrectly.  I am sure I have enough spelling and grammer errors without giving me fake ones.

Greetings Readers!  

You are embarking on the first post of the first blog I have ever written in my life.  My appologies.  If I am not simply writting to myself then I thank-you for believing my meger thoughts to be worth your time.

I will begin by introducing myself, who the FBM is and explaining why I started this blog at all.  Firstly, I am presently a mother foremost, but the other parts of me compelled me to write this.  You see, once upon a long time ago I was a student of literature, a younger single self and looking forward I would like to retain some of who I think I am.  

That brings me to the FBM.  Fuzzy Book Monkey is an alias I picked up a long time ago and have never really put down.  Even at a younger age I thought myself to be kind, loving, warm hearted and snuggly.  My husband and children have told me that I still posses these wonderful attributes and thus the Fuzzy lives on.  

The Book part of my character is one that was too, always there, but in early years in an unrealized form.  As a child I loved the library and could spend hours there.  In school I always had an aptitude for what is generally known as the English Class.  It was not, however, until I crashed and burned at university in the feild of science that I realized I not only enjoyed and excelled at reading and analysis but I loved books too (please see blog list entitled Fuzzy Readings and feel free to suggest additions).  More on this journey in later posts I am sure.


Finally, I like to think that I have a somewhat quirky side to me that only some people see and perhaps few even come to enjoy.  I am admittedly a little OCD, which counteracts my fun loving carefree side at times.  It may be that the two simply keep each other in check, but I certainly have some moments.  I forgot about the Monkey side of me a little until I recently had my second child, an experience which brings out the monkey in many women I supose.  I simply glad it is still hanging around.


So here I am, FBM (I really hope there is no bad text term this stands for), writting my thoughts and other things down for you to read.  Perhaps this will only be for me to write, which is fine, but I hope that someone might join me on this textual journey.  (At least my husband will get a break now and then from my prattling.)

Until next time,
FBM