Day 1

I never know what to name myself.

I've had email since 1992 and have always bumped into a brick wall when I try to come up with a "name." So I just stick with my name and a number or two if my name is taken. Creative me. But, now, I have to name a blog? I shouldn't use my name -- or so I've been told -- so what the heck am I going to name it? Must admit, when I got to that spot on the sign-up page, I left the computer and cleaned the kitchen. Washing dishes by hand (yep, no dishwasher) didn't help my creative juices flow at all. So, I started with labeling myself, which really depressed me. "Chubby, lonely, 36 year old dog owner, new home owner living in a new town I hate" didn't quite cut it as a title. So I went with Southern (but I'm really not all that "southern" in the way you see on television or in politics, thank goodness) but I am a born and bred Southern girl and I miss the city. I moved to a small suburb of the third largest city in Alabama -- which isn't large at all. But I moved here from Atlanta and to Atlanta from a NYC suburb. And I definitely miss the city.

So here I am -- Southern City-misser.

I wanted a place to figure out who I am, what I'm about and maybe I've found the spot. No one will ever read it 'cause I won't tell anyone about it. A spot for me.