New Description!

My first act of 2010 (Well, my first blogging act of 2010. My REAL first act of 2010 was showering, but that's not interesting. Most days.) is to re-write the description of this blog. Really, I'm just putting off another act of 2010 that is waiting for me - organizing the office closet.

Right now, the blog description is still the one I came up with in March, when as an unemployed former cosmetics maven, I started blogging as a way to fill my day that didn't involve lunching or shopping. Here it is, in case you haven't read it lately:

"Tales from the day-to-day life of that dying breed, the American House Wife. Not a stay-at-home mom, not someone who works from home or has a part time job, just a woman with the sole responsibility of taking care of house and home. Oh, and her husband. "

Yeah, even then it sounded kind of smarmy or facetious. I guess I was trying to push some buttons. I WAS a house wife for about six months, but that came to an abrupt end when Tony and I opened our business. He was a house husband with me for four of those months, and let me tell you that nothing tries a marriage like constant togetherness. There are actually books being written about "companionate" marriages, where the husband and wife live and work together. Sometimes it is awesome. Sometimes you want to murder each other. Often within the same five minute period.

Anyhow, now that I'm a high-rolling (powerless) President of a major (tiny) company, I thought I needed a new description for my blog, but I'm stumped as to what to say. I mean, the title of my blog doesn't even mean that much anymore, other than that I'm a wife who lives in a house, but we all kind of do that, don't we? I guess I could be The Tent Wife or The Bunker Wife, but the meaning is the same. And the intention of the blog is different, too. It was meant to be hilarious anecdotes about my life of leisure. Now it's mildly amusing or downright depressing anecdotes about my life of companionate marriage or my dogs or my weight loss struggles. So how does one describe that? What genre of blog is this? And how do I explain my neuroses to the casual reader, one who just pops on from time to time for a laugh or to feel better about herself in comparison to me?

I guess I'll have to keep it simple, like my company's mission statement. I honestly write this blog because writing and cooking are the only two creative outlets in my life and I can do this at my desk while pretending to work. I write because I feel compelled to get some of the thoughts rattling around in my head on paper (or screen) because otherwise, I lie awake at night composing blogs instead of getting my beauty sleep. I write because I believe that I am good at it. Because I think some of you are amused by my ramblings. Because I am sometimes amused by my ramblings. I write about what happens to me day-to-day because I don't know enough about anything else to write about it. And I can't do fiction. I write because I want so badly to be a published author, even if that means self-publishing the same way Lindsay Lohan does. And this is the result. Seventy-four entries, and counting, from the bowels of my brain and the detritus of my life.

I guess that's as good a description as anyone will get out of me today. That closet isn't going to clean itself.