So here I am.

Ok, I'm new to this whole blogging thing. Not reading them, I do that aplenty. But writing my own? Now that's new.  I'm not really sure what I want to say but I will just give some thoughts.
First, the title... I'm a total dork, I know. But I am a dancer (salsa for the most part) and I'm newly addicted to cloth diapers, which my 5-month-old is sport'n. So I spend all day diapering, wishing I could be dancing.  In fact, I'm watching America's Best Dance Crew right now.  So we'll give it a shot and see if it sticks.  Feel free to offer your opinion  and if you can come up with something more clever that matches my personality in some way, I'm all ears, ummmm... eyes?

Alright, my new goal in life- try to purge the junk from my house so I can organize the stuff that does need to be here.  Then part two involves finding good places for all the surviving junk.  I've had entirely too many episodes of the evil black hole that seems to swallow up random things that I'm in need of. In the past few months it's eaten a DVD that was supposed to help me learn Photoshop, which I had to pay to replace, a package of manila envelopes I needed so I could ship out diapers I'd sold, and today, my wallet. Well that's the last straw.  Ok, I don't know if the house actually ate my wallet or I dropped it somewhere like a loser. But if I did drop it, it's probably because my diaper bag was too full of junk and needs purging.  So it's related.   On  a side note, no new charges have appeared on my credit/debit cards, so I'm still holding on to the pathetic hope that I just might find it here somewhere. Please, please, in the name of all that's holy (not that I believe in any of that, but whatever) let me locate the wallet, even if I have to live through several agonizing walletless days as punishment for my lapse in OCD-like behavior that has overtaken me in my motherhood.  Definitely, the kids and hubby play a big role in the only somewhat controlled chaos, but I know I have enough OCD in me to whip this place into the shape it needs. Wish me luck (and some overlapping nap times with the two little people).