[It seemed rather tragic to delete a post titled with the most beloved phrase in digital history, so I chose instead to edit.]

Hello, nice to meet you. My name’s Renee, and my son is B. Together, he and I rock around the clock in southeastern Michigan. We’re cool like that. He’s five, soon to be six, and I’m feeling awful old most days. It happens, they tell me. Regardless, we’re happy with our lot in life and hope to continue to be so for as long as humanly possible.

Between work, school (I _will_ get that degree! Eventually!), family and raising my son, I’ve found that it’s often a precarious balance to maintain my sanity. I don’t always get that formula right on the nose, but I like to think that our activities are at least somewhat balanced. Over time, I’ve found ways to keep myself organized, and found new ways of doing things to make everything go a bit smoother in our family, and it’s finally dawned on me that perhaps, someone, somewhere might have the same issues I do. Perhaps they’ll like my ideas. Or, perhaps I’ll be completely ignored, in which case the Interweb will just gobble up everything I say and throw it into the black hole that is the World Wide Web. Hard to say!

So. Here begins this path. Happy trails to all of us.