The Bean Sprout

This is the first of what I hope will be many, many, many blogs. Just kidding. I've always been told to journal. But something about writing to myself always seemed wierd. And what's more, I hate keeping all the notebooks laying around. Since I've started journaling a hundred times, there's notebooks and journal books bound in pretty patterns all around that have one or two or even ten random scattered entries and 64 blank pages. Or better yet, phone message notes scratched on a page here and things I was supposed to remember on other pages. It's too cluttered for me.
I'm much better at typing on the computer anyway. Something about the click of the keyboard appeals to me. Like the smell of vanilla and the taste of chocolate, I enjoy it. So here it is. Blog city, welcome your newest neighbor.
Jobeans is a nickname I was given before can I remember and used by my father and elder sisters into my adulthood. My dad calls many of the children in our family with some chip of their name adding beans, or bean to the end of it. So, beans is not especially special, but I claimed it after rejecting it for a long while. And now I like it. My daughter is Beansie to me. Or Bean Bean. Of course, right? I have three children, two sons, twelve and ten, and a nine-year old daughter. I've been married for fourteen years with speed bumps along the way.
This is wierd and a little scary. I've been told that I write interestingly enough for others to read. And encouraged to do it where people can read it. I guess this will be a combination journal, blog, writing practice thingy. Get used to that, because I am a fan of made up words. I am also a fan of life, which can be as interesting as it is varied in its experiences.
So, listen up: I expect misunderstanding. And I may not always respond to comments. And I may not always feel apologetic about my stuff. Oh well. Get over it. I like feedback, and I like hearing the other side of any story. I also believe that to whom much is given, much is expected. We've been loved much, and so I believe we should love much. As well as other things which I hope make some sense once put together. Here's to the great journey of life: putting it together.

Much Love
Love Much