Tumblr Fail

So, hi. I tried Tumblr for a few weeks and while I have to say I have been enthralled, it's not for me. There was an itch to carve out a niche wear I could cuss and burp and fart about all the things I want to bitch about or soapbox over, but it turns out I can just do that here with a little more honesty. The summer rolled through like a blazing tumbleweed and I've found myself here on the other side, awaiting the new season. I think I'm ready to share again.
 
Boots to the Moon - my tumblr - Here's one of my first posts:  7 / 2012

Is it called the splash down?

There comes a time (cyclically speaking, every four-five years or so) when there is room for improvement. I met this challenge when I was ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, and now at twenty-nine in preparation for whatever shit-storm is to hit me at thirty. I assume that this time around it won’t be puberty, depression, virginity, or marriage since I’ve covered those bases. It might be offspring. I’m glad this splash-down-landing is happening early, there is time to prepare.

This is my second post. I have every intention of using this space in order to dig to the bottom of the dirty laundry and find my “Boots.” Boots is the girl I used to be. I’d like for her to meet this woman we call “Betsy.”

 

Betsy. Meet Boots

 

There you have it, the essence of Boots to the Moon.

I feel that four years ago this man asked me to go to the moon with him.

I went with him. This is a picture from our honeymoon in Cleveland, two years ago. Still on the moon. Well, the Tumblr chronicle sort of stops there. I didn't necessarily find myself through reposting other peoples repostings.

However, did you know?

If the chronicle of Boots were to continue here (Oh, I forgot to tell you that "Boots" is my nickname), we would know that I support:

My son loves Dr. Who and Dr. Horrible. We have high hopes that he will either be a time lord or a super villain. The lady will be an award winning actress and jazz flutist, for sure.

I just know these things as a mother, you see. They're my kids.

 

 

I'm back from my visit to the moon. I would say that I broke in my moon boots.