the beginning...

    I have had two main fears about writing a blog. The first one is because of clothes. I have a shirt in my closet that I bought a few years ago. I loved this shirt. I wore this shirt and felt so stylish. Looking back on that shirt now I think it is hideous. I see pictures of me wearing this shirt and I am mortified. This leads me to my first fear, hindsight. When you look back on things you can see them more clearly than you did at the time. This is true for relationships, clothing, hair styles, and writing. I look back at old diaries and think that there is no way that I actually wrote that nonsense. Hopefully in the next year I won't look back at this endeavor and be mortified by the nonsense documented on the web forever.

    The second fear I have is about grammar. I am one of those obnoxious people that notice grammatical errors. That has given me quite the reputation... The problem is I am actually not that great at grammar. I know the basics. I don't use to when it should be too, but aside from the main ones, I am still learning. Correct placement of commas will make my hands sweat. I sometimes just wing it and hope that it is right. I also google a lot! I will read an entire online English lesson just to make sure that I used the correct word on a Facebook post. That being said, when something is incorrect please, please, please let me know! I hate when I read over something later and notice an error. I can take correction, I promise.

     So here it is -my very first blog post. I am excited and nervous. I needed an outlet for all that is in my head. I want a place for my daughter to be able to read about the events of her life. I also want to write about my past, my experiences, my pain, my joys, and my heartbreaks.
The title comes from trying to think of a name that describes me. When I have asked for suggestions from friends it would always have something to do with my tattoos or being a mom. I can honestly say that being a mom is the absolute best thing that has ever happened to me, but I am more than just a mother. I am more than ink. I am more than diapers. I want to write about more than just those two things. I want to write about all of me.